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Daughter of Cœlus! as of oldThe lute of Memnon, to the morning strung,
Sweetly Hyperion's welcome sung,
His sapphire crown and glittering car of gold,—
The breathing shell salutes thine ear;
O, from thy arching house appear!
Thou, that in ancient day didst give to earth
Beauty in the Muse's birth,
For whose embrace the doting god, in love,
Forsook his starry courts above,
And sought thy silvan bower, and wooed
A love so pure as thine in some more gentle mood.
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And thou, the master of each song,Whose voice was musick and the breath of love,
Solemn Enchanter! that above
On Fancy's seraph pinion sailed along,
And rode the stormy cloud on high,
Whilst rapture lit thy searching eye;
Sweetly to thee shall joy's ecstatic throng
Wake the wildly-pleasing song,
And touch the golden lute, whilst round
The lyre of more majestic sound
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Till listening Echo speaks from her enchanted cell.
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Silver Avon! as the dirgeOf evening, by thy twilight verge,
Wandering winds sung faint and far,
And Titan plunged his burning car
Deep in the western surge,
There he, to Nature's worship kneeling,
In devotion's purest feeling,
Touched the love-enticing viol,
Whilst the listening goddess smiled,
And, to more ambitious trial,
Every tone his hand beguiled!
And we can trace that Genius in its flight,
Like the fierce eagle, with an eye of fire
And untamed pinion, to a dizzy height
And brightness more intense, till we admire
The dauntless spirit and the undazzled eye,
That scanned the azure deep of the abyss on high.
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