II. 3. Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep," Fields, that cool Iliffus laves, Or where Mæander's amber waves In lingering labʼrinths creep, How do your tuneful echoes languish, Where each old poetic mountain Murmur'd deep a folemn found: Till the fad Nine, in Greece's evil hour, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. They fought, oh Albion! next thy fea-encircled coast. E III. I. Far from the fun and fummer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's Darling" laid, To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face: the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and fmiled. "This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the facred source of sympathetic tears.” III. 2. Nor fecond He," that rode fublime Upon the seraph-wings of Extasy, The fecrets of th' abyss to spy. 14 He pass'd the flaming 1 bounds of place and time: The living throne, the fapphire blaze, He faw; but, blasted with excess of light, Clofed his eyes in endless night.' Behold, where Dryden's lefs prefumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two courfers of ethereal race, With necks in thunder clothed," and long-refounding pace. III. 3. Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy, hovʼring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." But ah! 'tis heard no more Oh! lyre divine, what daring spirit Wakes thee now? Though he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, Sailing with fupreme dominion Through the azure deep of air: Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beneath the Good how far-but far above the Great. THE BARD.' A PINDARIC ODE. I. I. UIN feize thee, ruthless King! Confufion on thy banners wait; Though fann'd by Conqueft's crimson wing, Helm, nor hauberk's' twisted mail, Nor e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, fhall avail He wound with toilfome march his long array. |