O'er mortal blifs prevail: The buskin'd Muse shall near her stand, And fighing prompt her tender hand, There let me oft, retir'd by day, Allow'd with thee to dwell: There waste the mournful lamp of night, Till, Virgin, thou again delight To hear a British fhell! ODE TO FEAR. Hou, to whom the world unknown TH 1 With all its shadowy shapes is fhewn; Who feest appall'd th' unreal scene, While Fancy lifts the veil between : Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear! I fee, I fee thee near. I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye! While Vengeance, in the lurid air, EPODE. In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice, Silent and pale, in wild amazement hung. Yet he, the Bard* who first invok'd thy name, For not alone he nurs'd the poet's flame, But reach'd from Virtue's hand the patriot's fteel, But who is he, whom later garlands grace, With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace, Where thou and Furies fhar'd the baleful grove? Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th' incestuous Queen * And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd. O Fear, I know thee by my throbbing heart, ANTISTROPHE. Thou who fuch weary lengths haft paft, Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell? 'Gainft which the big waves beat, Hear drowning feamens cries in tempefts brought! Dark power, with fhuddering meek fubmitted thought, Be mine, to read the visions old, Which thy awakening bards have told: * Jocafta. And, left thou meet my blafted view, Hold each ftrange tale devoutly true; Ne'er be I found, by thee o'er-aw'd, O thou whofe fpirit most poffeft In thy divine emotions spoke! Teach me but once like him to feel: His cypress wreath my meed decree, And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee! |