ODE TO FEA R. Hou, to whom the world unknown TH With all its fhadowy fhapes is fhewn ; Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear! I fee, I fee thee near. I know thy hurried ftep, thy haggard eye! While While Vengeance, in the lurid air, On whom that ravening Brood of fate, 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, Difdain'd in Marathon its power to feel: For not alone he nurs'd the poet's flame, But who is he, whom later garlands grace, Where thou and Furies fhar'd the baleful grove? * Eschylus. Wrapt 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, Thy withering power infpir'd each mournful line, Tho' gentle Pity claim her mingled part, Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine! ANTIST ROPHE. Thou who fuch weary lengths hast past, 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: [thought, * Jocafta. And, And, left thou meet my blafted view, O thou whose spirit most possest In thy divine emotions spoke ! Teach me but once like him to feel: His cypress wreath my meed decree, ODE ODE TO SIMPLICITY. O Thou by Nature taught, To breathe her genuine thought, In numbers warmly pure, and fweetly strong : Who first on mountains wild, In Fancy, lovelieft child, Thy babe, and Pleasure's, nurs'd the powers of fong! Thou, who with hermit heart Difdain'ft the wealth of art, And gauds, and pageant weeds, and trailing pall: But com'ft a decent maid, In Attic robe array'd, O chaste, unboaftful nymph, to thee I call! 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 mufings flow, Sooth'd fweetly fad Electra's poet's ear: By |