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Nugae Canorae

Poems by Charles Lloyd ... Third Edition, with Additions

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ADDRESS TO THE GENIUS OF SHAKSPEARE.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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ADDRESS TO THE GENIUS OF SHAKSPEARE.

1795.
When first thine eyes beheld the light,
And Nature bursting on thy sight
Pour'd on thy beating heart a kindred day;
Genius, the fire-eyed Child of Fame!
Circled thy brows with mystic flame,
And warm with hope, pronounced this prophetlay.
Thee, darling Boy! I give to know
Each viewless source of Joy and Woe,
For thee my vivid visions shall unfold:
Each form, that freezes sense to stone,
Each phantom of the world unknown,
Shall flit before thine eyes, and waken thoughts untold.

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The bent of purpose unavow'd;
Of Hopes and Fears the wildering crowd;
The incongruous train of wishes undefin'd;
Shall all be subjected to thee!
The excess of Bliss and Agony
Shall oft alternate seize thy high-attemper'd mind.
Oft o'er the woody summer vale
When Evening breathes her balmy gale,
Oft by the wild brook's margin shalt thou rove;
When just above the western line
The clouds with richer radiance shine,
Yellowing the dark tops of the mountain-grove.
There Love's warm hopes thy breast shall fill,
For Nature's charms with kindliest skill
Prepare for Love's delicious extacy;
Thy prostrate mind shall sink subdued,
While in a strange fantastic mood,
The wild power fires thy veins, and mantles in thine eye!
For know where'er my influence dwells,
Each selfish interest it expels,

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And wakes each latent energy of soul;
Indifference, of the marble mien,
Shall ne'er with lazy spells be seen,
To quench th' immortal wish, that aims perfection's goal.
There shalt thou burst, whate'er it be
That manacles mortality,
And range thro' scenes by fleshly feet untrod;
And Inspiration to thine eye
Shall bid futurity be nigh,
And with mysterious power approximate to God.