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O DĘ TO F E A R.

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Hou, to whom the world unknown

With all its shadowy shapes is hewn ;
Who seest appall'd th' unreal scene,
While Fancy lifts the veil between :

Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear !

I see, I see thee near.
I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye!
Like thee I start, like thee disorder'd fly,
For, lo what monsters in thy train appear!
Danger, whose limbs of giant mold
What mortal eye can fix'd behold ?
Who stalks his round, an hideous form,
Howling amidst the midnight form,
Or throws him on the ridgy steep
Of some loose hanging rock to sleep:
And with him thousand phantoms join'd,
Who prompt to deeds accurs'd the mind :
And those, the fiends, who near allied,
O'er Nature's wounds, and wrecks preside ;

While

While Vengeance, in the lurid air,
Lifts her red arm, expos'd and bare :
On whom that ravening Brood of fate,
Who lap the blood of Sorrow, wait;
Who, Fear, this ghastly train can see,
And look not madly wild, like thee?

E PODE

In earlieft Greece, to thee, with partial choice,

The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue ; The maids and matrons, on her awful voice

Silent and pale in wild amazement hung,

Yet he, the Bard * who first invok'd thy name,

Disdain'd in Marathon its power to feel : For not alone he nurs'd the poet's flame,

But reach'd from Virtue's hand the patriot's steel.

But who is he, whom later garlands grace,

Who left a while o'er Hybla's dew: to rove, With trembling eyes thy dreary steps to trace, Where thou and Furies shar'd the baleful grove? * Æschylus.

Wrapt

Wrapt in thy cloudy veil th' incestuoas Queen *

Sigh'd the fad call her son and husband heard, When once alone it broke the filent scene,

And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd.

O Fear, I know thee by my throbbing heart,

Thy withering power inspir'd each mournful line, Tho' gentle Pity claim her mingled part,

Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine!

ANTISTROPHE: Thou who such weary lengths halt paft, Where wilt thou reft, mad Nymph, at laft? Say, wilt thou shroud in haunted cell, Where gloomy Rape and Murder dwell? Or in fome hollow'd feat, 'Gainst which the big waves beat, Hear drowning seamens cries in tempests brought ! Dark power, with shuddering meek fubmitted Be mine, to read the visions old,

[thought, Which thy awakening bards have told:

• Jocasta,

And,

And, left thou meet my blafted view,
Hold each strange tale devoutly true;
Ne'er be I found, by thee o'er-aw'd,
In that thrice-hallow'd eve abroad,
When ghosts, as cottage-maids believe,
Their pebbled beds permitted leave,
And goblins haunt from fire, or fen,
Or mine, or flood, the walks of men !

O thou whose spirit most poffeft
The sacred seat of Shakespear's breast !
By all that from thy prophet broke,
In thy divine emotions spoke !
Hither again thy fary deal,
Teach me but once like him to feel :
His cypress wreath my meed decree,
And I, O Fear, will dwell with thee!

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Thou by Nature taught,

To breathe her genuine thought,
In numbers warmly pure, and sweetly strong :

Who first on mountains wild,

In Fancy, loveliest child, Tby babe, and Pleasure's, nors'd the powers of song!

Thou, who with hermit heart

Disdain'ft the wealth of art, And gauds, and pageant weeds, and trailing pall :

But com'ít a decent maid,

In Attic robe array'd,
O chaste, unboastful nymph, to thee I call !

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By all the honey'd store

On Hybla's thymy shore,
By all her blooms, and mingled murmurs dear,

By her, whose love-lorn woe,

In evening musings flow,
Sooth'd sweetly fad Electra's poet's ear ;

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