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Yet peace-new mufic floats on Æther's wings;

Say, is it Harmony herself who fings?

No! while enraptur'd Sylphs the song inspire,

'Tis POPE who fweetly wakes the filver lyre,

To melting notes, more mufically clear

Than Ariel whisper'd in Belinda's ear.
Too foon he quits them for a fharper tone;
See him, though form'd to fill the epic throne
Decline the fceptre of that wide domain,
To bear a lictor's rod in fatire's train,
And, fhrouded in a mist of moral spleen,
Behold him close the visionary scene.

HAYLEY'S ESSAY ON EPIC POETRY, EPISTLE III.

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