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Of horror that, and thrilling fears,

Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears."

III. 2.

Nor second He, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy,

The secrets of th' abyss to spy.

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time :

The living throne, the sapphire blaze,

Where angels tremble while they gaze,

He saw; but, blasted with excess of light,

Closed his eyes in endless night.

Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car,

Wide o'er the fields of glory bear

Two coursers of ethereal race,

With necks in thunder cloth'd, and long-resounding

pace.

III. 3.

Hark, his hands the lyre explore!

Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring 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? Tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion

Thro' the azure deep of air:

Yet oft before his infant eyes would run

Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray,

With orient hues, unborrow'd of the sun :

Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,

Beneath the Good how far-but far above the Great.

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RUIN seize thee, ruthless King!
Confusion on thy banners wait;

Tho' fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,
They mock the air with idle state.
Helm, nor hauberk's twisted mail,
Nor e'en thy virtues, Tyrant, shall avail

To save thy secret soul from nightly fears,
From Cambria's curse, from Cambria's tears!"
Such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride
Of the first Edward scatter'd wild dismay,
As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side

He wound with toilsome march his long array.

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