Neglected Genius A Poem. Illustrating the Untimely And Unfortunate Fate Of Many British Poets; From the Period of Henry the Eighth to the Aera of the Unfortunate Chatterton. Containing Imitations of their Different Styles, &c. &c. By W. H. Ireland |
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Stanzas IN IMITATION OF CHATTERTON'S ROWLEY MANUSCRIPTS.
Splete
ys my heart, ne gelten
joye I finde,
Thy levynde bronde , O misiree, reignes yn mee;
The glommed sprytes enalse mye pynant mynde,
Moneynge , I kenne thy boleynge poesie;
With dew-dank'd eine the merrie lay forgett,
And seeme lyke Wynnterr's sonn forr evirr set.
Sad sownds mye minstrelsee;
The poyntelle's glowe
Lyes cale belowe,
All nethe the cypress tree.
Thy levynde bronde , O misiree, reignes yn mee;
The glommed sprytes enalse mye pynant mynde,
Moneynge , I kenne thy boleynge poesie;
With dew-dank'd eine the merrie lay forgett,
And seeme lyke Wynnterr's sonn forr evirr set.
Sad sownds mye minstrelsee;
The poyntelle's glowe
Lyes cale belowe,
All nethe the cypress tree.
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Brighte was hys eine
as glestreynge
star onn hygh,
Aborne the crine thatt wav'd hys fronte arounde,
Erect hys semlykene mett kindred skie,
Hee cawghte enthoghteynge the seraphique sownde;
Thenn seized the lyre and tun'd the adynge laye,
Bot now in storthe iss levynde fancie's ray.
Sad sowndes mye minstrellsee;
The poyntelle's glowe
Lyes cale belowe,
All nethe the cypress tree.
Aborne the crine thatt wav'd hys fronte arounde,
Erect hys semlykene mett kindred skie,
Hee cawghte enthoghteynge the seraphique sownde;
Thenn seized the lyre and tun'd the adynge laye,
Bot now in storthe iss levynde fancie's ray.
Sad sowndes mye minstrellsee;
The poyntelle's glowe
Lyes cale belowe,
All nethe the cypress tree.
Chill'd ys thatt forme whych mannhode scant
proclaim'd,
Acal'd the perpled stremes off dawnynge yoth ;
Fledd ys thatt spryte bye alle the muses fam'd,
Loste ys the berne of poesie and sothe ;
Mute ande unstrong beholde hys mytte
lyre,
No hond lyke hys to wake enjoyous fire.
Sad sowndes mye minstrelsee;
The poyntelle's glow
Lyes cale belowe,
All nethe the cypress tree.
Acal'd the perpled stremes off dawnynge yoth ;
Fledd ys thatt spryte bye alle the muses fam'd,
Loste ys the berne of poesie and sothe ;
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No hond lyke hys to wake enjoyous fire.
Sad sowndes mye minstrelsee;
The poyntelle's glow
Lyes cale belowe,
All nethe the cypress tree.
Here then with moneynge
mynde I'll weepe mye doome,
And sylente shedd the dernie groted teare;
Cherysh, O cypress tree, thy mysterk gloome,
Ande hallowe styll the spott thatt shrynes thye biere;
And as mye lamentes greete the houton wynde,
Yn teneing lees I thos wyll breathe mye minde:
Sadd sowndes mye minstrelsee;
The poyntelle's glow
Lyes cale belowe,
All nethe the cypress tree.
And sylente shedd the dernie groted teare;
Cherysh, O cypress tree, thy mysterk gloome,
Ande hallowe styll the spott thatt shrynes thye biere;
And as mye lamentes greete the houton wynde,
Yn teneing lees I thos wyll breathe mye minde:
Sadd sowndes mye minstrelsee;
The poyntelle's glow
Lyes cale belowe,
All nethe the cypress tree.
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