 | The Poems of Robert Bloomfield |  |
Good Heav'ns! must scenes like these expand,
Scenes so magnificently grand,
And millions breathe, and pass away,
Unbless'd throughout their little day,
With one short glimpse? By place confined,
Shall many an anxious, ardent mind,
Sworn to the Muses, cower its pride,
Doom'd but to sing with pinions tied?
Scenes so magnificently grand,
And millions breathe, and pass away,
Unbless'd throughout their little day,
With one short glimpse? By place confined,
Shall many an anxious, ardent mind,
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Doom'd but to sing with pinions tied?
| The Poems of Robert Bloomfield | |