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Deferted ftream, and mute?
There first the wren thy myrtles fhed
To him thy cell was fhewn;
Come, Pity, come, by fancy's aid,
Its fouthern fite, its truth compleat
In all who view the fhrine.
There Picture's toil fhall well relate,
O'er mortal blifs prevail :
The buskin'd Mufe fhall near her ftand,
There let me oft, retir'd by day,
Allow'd with thee to dwell:
There waste the mournful lamp of night,
To hear a British shell!
ODE TO FEA R.
Hou, to whom the world unknown With all its fhadowy shapes is fhewn; Who feeft 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,
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 who is he, whom later garlands grace,
Who left a while o'er Hybla's dews, to rove, With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace, Where thou and Furies fhar'd the baleful grove ? * fchylus.
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,
Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine !
Thou who fuch weary lengths haft paft,
Say, wilt thou fhroud in haunted cell,
Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell?
Or in fome hollow'd feat,
'Gainft which the big waves beat,
Hear drowning feamens cries in tempefts brought! Dark power, with fhuddering meek fubmitted
Be mine, to read the vifions old,
Which thy awakening bards have told: