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Where each old poetic mountain
Inspiration breath'd around;
Murmur'd deep a solemn sound :
Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
And coward Vice, that revels in her chains. When Latium had her lofty spirit lost, They sought, oh Albion! next thy sea-encircled coast.
Far from the sun and summer-gale,
To him the mighty mother did unveil
Of horror that, and thrilling fears,
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.
old, 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
Hark, his hands the lyre explore !
Oh ! lyre divine, what daring spirit
Wakes thee now? Tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
That the Theban eagle bear,
Through the azure deep of air :
Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray,
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.
“RUIN seize thee, ruthless King !
Confusion on thy banners wait;
They mock the air with idle state.
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.