Poems and Plays by Mr. Jerningham. In Four Volumes ... The Ninth Edition |
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TO THE COUNT DE VERLAC,
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TO THE COUNT DE VERLAC,
On his Translation of the Poem, “THE FUNERAL OF ARABERT.”
Hail to the Bard! who o'er my humble theme
Hath shed a warm irradiating beam,
Who on my muse from forth his mental store,
Breathes many a grace she could not boast before.
Hath shed a warm irradiating beam,
Who on my muse from forth his mental store,
Breathes many a grace she could not boast before.
Th' ingrafted tree thus lifts her cheerful head,
And waves her branches with new honours spread:
Proud of her foliage, proud of fruit unknown,
Of fragrance, tints, and colors scarce her own.
And waves her branches with new honours spread:
Proud of her foliage, proud of fruit unknown,
Of fragrance, tints, and colors scarce her own.
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