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' The mysteries which the dreamers of old days Did gird thee with , in many a solemn strain , Are buried in the grave of our disdain : Men now no altars to Apollo raise ; And rich-brained Memory ' s glorious daughters Sink in Oblivion's Lethe-waters :
The mount whence Eros shot his golden arrow At jeering Phoebus' heart , revered by none , Hath less advertence than a war-left barrow , And every spring mates that of Helicon : The blood-engendered horse , the winged vision ! With the child's steed , becomes the man ' s derision ; Round poet-brows no laurel crownlet clings , And outward symbols all are scoffed as idle things I
* But life and death remain unread ; And by the same Aspiring flame Their poor inheritors are fed : And thou and thy sublime rewards , Deep-dwelling in the mind ' s regards , Unchanged , are now as when dark Sappho writ , Or Carus * wisdom on the world alit .
4 Some idle voices are gone forth of late , That thou art fading from the dreamless world ; But darkness cannot yet decree li g ht's date , Nor thine imperial flag by slaves oe furled ! ******
* Deep cell of honey ! evermore unclosed , But filling fast as feasted on : thou fllower ! That on the steep of life ay overpeerest The ocean of eternity , and rearest Thy beauteous head beneath Time's hurricane power , In which , though shaken , thou hast still reposed :
Even as a green bough waveth o'er a tomb , Thy glories float above the old world ' s doom ; And , as sweet blossoms beat to earth by rain Rise with fresh beauty in the morning sun—When barbarism hath thy grace o / errun , Thou with a most tender And more perfect splendour Hast blushed reviving o ' er the world again ! * ? ? * *
• As many wander by the wondrous ocean Only to gather pebbles , thou to millions Art but as vanity ; but that emotion Which of the hearts who feast in thy pavilions Is the ripe-jnishiiig fruit md foaming wine , Is deep as BacchuB * vat , ox Mammon ' s mine .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1835, page 458, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2647/page/22/
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