The dramatic works of Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd Eleventh edition; To which are added, a few sonnets and verses |
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XIII. THE MEMORY OF THE POETS.
The fame of those pure bards whose fancies lieLike glorious clouds in summer's calmest even,
Fringing the western skirts of darkening heaven,
And sprinkled o'er with hues of rainbow dye,
Awakes no voice of thunder, which may vie
With mighty chiefs' renown;—from ages gone,
In low undying strain, it lengthens on,
The wildest solitudes with joy to fill,—
Felt breathing in the silence of the sky,
Or trembling in the gush of new-born rill,
Or whispering o'er the lake's unrippled breast;
And, when all mortal voices shall be still,
Preserved to mingle earth-born ecstacy
With the calm rapture of eternal rest.
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