From "An Ode upon dedicating a Building, and erecting a Statue to Shakspeare; at Stratford upon Avon." To what blest Genius of the isle Erect the Statue, and devote the Pile? Do not your sympathetick hearts accord, While sportive Fancy round him flew, And gave him absolute command! 'Tis he! 'tis he! "The God of our idolatry!" To him the song, the edifice we raise, In sounds that lift the soul from earth; And to our spell-bound minds impart Let awful silence still the air! Prepare prepare! prepare! Now swell at once the choral song, Roll the full tide of harmony along Let Rapture sweep the trembling strings, And Fame expanding all her wings, With all her trumpet-tongues proclaim The loved, revered, immortal name! Shakspeare! Shakspeare! Shakspeare! Let the enchanting sonnd From Avon's shores rebound; Thro' the air Let it bear The precious freight the envious nations round! CHORUS. SWELL the choral song, Roll the tide of harmony along, With her trumpet-tongues proclaim The loved, revered, immortal name, Shakspeare! Shakspeare! Shakspeare! AIR. SWEETEST bard that ever sung, Warble forth such wood-notes wild! Come each Muse, and sister Grace, Bring the laurel, bring the flowers, Tho' Philip's famed unconquer'd son, But when our Shakspeare's matchless pen, Like Alexander's sword had done with men; He heaved no sigh, he made no moan, Not limited to human kind, He fired his wonder-teaming mind, PROLOGUE TO TASTE. Spoken by Mr. Garrick, in the Character of an BEFORE this court I Peter Puff appear, "Tis said this night a certain wag intends Should this odd doctrine spread throughout the land, Before you buy be sure to understand, Oh think on us what various ills will flow, When great ones only purchase-what they know, Are ever decent, delicate, and pure; The smallest hair their looser thoughts might hold, No amourous passion with deep knowledge thrives; 'Tis the complaint indeed of all our wives! |