A PINDARIC ODE.

III. 2.

* Girt with many a Baron bold

* Sublime their flarry fronts they rear;

* And gorgeous Dames, and Statemen old

* In bearded majesty, appear.

* In the midft a form divine!

* Her eye proclaims her of the Briton-line,

* Her lion-port, her awe-commanding face,

* Attempered sweet to virgin-grace.

* What strings fymphonious tremble in the air!

* What ftrains of vocal tranfport round her play!

* Hear from the grave, great Taliefflin, hear;

* They breathe a foul to animate thy clay.

* Bright Rapture calls, and foaring, as the fings,

* Waves in the eye of Heaven her many-co-
'lour'd wings.

III.

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THE BARD,

III. 3.

‘ The verse adorn again

' Fierce War, and faithful Love,

And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction dreft.

' In bufkin'd meaures move

' Pale Grief, and pleafing pain,

' With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.

' A voice, as of the cherub-choir,

' Gales from blooming Eden bear;

' And diffant warblings leffen on my ear,

' That loft in long futurity expire.

' Fond impious man, thinkit thou yon fan-

' guine cloud,

' Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb

' of day?

' To-morrow he repairs the golden flood,

And warms the nations with redoubled ray.

'Enough

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THE BARD.

III. 3.

* The verfe adorn again

* Fierce War, and faithful Love,

* And Truth vere, by fairy Fiction dreft.

* In bufkin'd meaures move

* Pale Grief, and pleafing pain,

* With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.

* A voice, as of the cherub-choir;

* Gales from blooming Eden bear;

* And diffant warblings leffen on my ear,

* That loft in long futurity expire.

* Fond impious man, thinkit thou yon fan-
  ' guine cloud,

* Rais'd by thy breath, has quench'd the orb
  ' of day?

* To-morrow he repairs the golden flood,
  And warms the nations with redoubled ray.

* Enough

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