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And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Each a torch in his hand!
Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain
Give the vengeance due
Behold how they toss their torches on high
And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
-The princes applaud with a furious joy:
And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way
To light him to his prey,
And like another Helen, fired another Troy !
-Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While organs yet were mute,
Timotheus, to his breathing flute
And sounding lyre
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds,
With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
-Let old Timotheus yield the prize
Or both divide the crown;
He raised a mortal to the skies;
THE GOLDEN TREASURY
ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE
Now the golden Morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
New-born flocks in rustic dance,
Yesterday the sullen year
Saw the snowy whirlwind fly; Mute was the music of the air, The herd stood drooping by :
Their raptures now that wildly flow
Smiles on past Misfortune's brow
While Hope prolongs our happier hour,
Still, where rosy Pleasure leads,
See the wretch that long has tost
And breathe and walk again :
THE QUIET LIFE
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
THE BLIND BOY
O say what is that thing call'd Light,
You talk of wondrous things you see,
My day or night myself I make
And could I ever keep awake
With heavy sighs I often hear
Then let not what I cannot have
ON A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A
'Twas on a lofty vase's side
Her conscious tail her joy declared :
Her coat that with the tortoise vies,
Still had she gazed, but 'midst the tide.
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
Through richest purple, to the view
Betray'd a golden gleam.
The hapless Nymph with wonder saw :
With many an ardent wish
She stretch'd, in vain, to reach the prize-
Presumptuous maid! with looks intent