The Harp of Erin Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes |
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TO A POETICAL ENTHUSIAST.
Youth! as thou read'st some celebrated
page,
Where Fancy all her charmful pow'rs display'd,
Hast thou not curs'd thy star, with impious rage,
That sunk thee, a dull blind worm, in the shade?
Where Fancy all her charmful pow'rs display'd,
Hast thou not curs'd thy star, with impious rage,
That sunk thee, a dull blind worm, in the shade?
Ah! fairer far thy calm, inglorious lot;
Sweeter, though uninspir'd, thy leaden sleep;
And though by Fame's obstrep'rous trump forgot,
O'er thy green turf each neighb'ring hind will weep.
Sweeter, though uninspir'd, thy leaden sleep;
And though by Fame's obstrep'rous trump forgot,
O'er thy green turf each neighb'ring hind will weep.
He, who these polish'd lines so well could form,
Was Passion's slave, was Indiscretion's child;
Now, earth-enamour'd, grov'ling wirh the worm;
Now, seraph-plum'd, the wonderful, the wild!
Was Passion's slave, was Indiscretion's child;
Now, earth-enamour'd, grov'ling wirh the worm;
Now, seraph-plum'd, the wonderful, the wild!
From his lone grave the trav'ler turns aside:—
Youth! by his own red hand thy envy'd fav'rite died.
Youth! by his own red hand thy envy'd fav'rite died.
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