The Poetical Works of Hector MacNeill ... A New Edition, Corrected and Enlarged. In Two Volumes |
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[Yes! I've perused, with new, increased delight]
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The following elegant Lines were sent to the Author by the ingenious Writer of the Hindoo Rajah, Modern Philosophers, &c. on reading the Links o'Forth, in Manuscript.
Yes! I've perused, with new, increased delight
Have reperused, each simply flowing line:
Traced the known landscape bursting on the sight,
With all its varied hues and haunts divine!
Have reperused, each simply flowing line:
Traced the known landscape bursting on the sight,
With all its varied hues and haunts divine!
Still (by the muse's faithful hand pourtrayed)
Each long-lost beauty meets my raptured eye;
Youth's former visions rise in every glade,
While tears delicious mix with memory's sigh.
Each long-lost beauty meets my raptured eye;
Youth's former visions rise in every glade,
While tears delicious mix with memory's sigh.
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Say then, my friend, can feelings warm as these
Perform the critic's cold fastidious part;
Mark what perchance the pedant might displease,
When nature's nameless charms attack the heart!
Perform the critic's cold fastidious part;
Mark what perchance the pedant might displease,
When nature's nameless charms attack the heart!
For me, I boast nor critic lore nor skill,
Nor classic laws for measured numbers know;
Enough, to feel the bosom's raptured thrill,
The tear that starts—the heart's spontaneous glow!
Nor classic laws for measured numbers know;
Enough, to feel the bosom's raptured thrill,
The tear that starts—the heart's spontaneous glow!
These! these the muse's magic power attest!
These! these the poet's excellence proclaim;
And these, while truth and nature warm the breast,
Shall deck Forth's artless bard with wreaths of fame.
These! these the poet's excellence proclaim;
And these, while truth and nature warm the breast,
Shall deck Forth's artless bard with wreaths of fame.
Eliza Hamilton.
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