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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to the Muse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, let me seize thy pen sublime<br>That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, <br>The glowing pow'r, the magic art, <br>Th' extatic raptures of the Heart; <br>Soft Beauty's timid smile serene,<br>The dimples of Love's sportive mien; <br>The sweet descriptive tale to trace; <br>To picture Nature's winning grace;<br>To steal the tear from Pity's eye; <br>To catch the sympathetic sigh; <br>O teach me, with swift light'nings force<br>To watch wild passion's varying course; <br>To mark th' enthusiast's vivid fire,<br>Or calmly touch thy golden lyre,<br>While gentle Reason mildly sings<br>Responsive to the trembling strings. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWEET Nymph, enchanting Poetry! <br>I dedicate my mind to Thee. <br>Oh! from thy bright Parnassian bow'rs<br>Descend, to bless my sombre hours;<br>Bend to the earth thy eagle wing,<br>And on its glowing plumage bring<br>Blithe FANCY, from whose burning eye<br>The young ideas sparkling fly; <br>O, come, and let us fondly stray,<br>Where rosy Health shall lead the way,<br>And soft FAVONIUS lightly spread<br>A perfum'd carpet as we tread;<br>Ah! let us from the world remove,<br>The calm forgetfulness to prove,<br>Which at the still of evening's close,<br>Lulls the tir'd peasant to repose; <br>Repose, whose balmy joys o'er-pay<br>The sultry labours of the day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the blue-ey'd dawn appears,<br>Just peeping thro' her veil of tears; <br>Or blushing opes her silver gate, <br>And on its threshold, stands elate,<br>And flings her rosy mantle far<br>O'er every loit'ring dewy star; <br>And calls the wanton breezes forth,<br>And sprinkles diamonds o'er the earth; <br>While in the green-wood's shade profound,<br>The insect race, with buzzing sound<br>Flit o'er the rill,a glitt'ring train,<br>Or swarm along the sultry plain. <br>Then in sweet converse let us rove,<br>Where in the thyme-embroider'd grove, <br>The musky air its fragrance pours<br>Upon the silv'ry scatter'd show'rs; <br>To hail soft Zephyr, as she goes<br>To fan the dew-drop from the rose;<br>To shelter from the scorching beam,<br>And muse beside the rippling stream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or when, at twilight's placid hour, <br>We stroll to some sequester'd bow'r; <br>And watch the haughty Sun retire<br>Beneath his canopy of fire; <br>While slow the dusky clouds enfold<br>Day's crimson curtains fring'd with gold;<br>And o'er the meadows faintly fly<br>Pale shadows of the purpling sky: <br>While softly o'er the pearl-deck'd plain,<br>Cold Dian leads the sylvan train; <br>In mazy dance and sportive glee,<br>SWEET MUSE, I'll fondly turn to thee;<br>And thou shalt deck my couch with flow'rs, <br>And wing with joy my silent hours. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Sleep, with downy hand, shall spread<br>A wreath of poppies round my head; <br>Then, FANCY, on her wing sublime,<br>Shall waft me to the sacred clime<br>Where my enlighten'd sense shall view,<br>Thro' ether realms of azure hue, <br>That flame, where SHAKESPEARE us'd to fill, <br>With matchless fire, his &quot;golden quill.&quot; <br>While, from its point bright Genius caught<br>The wit supreme, the glowing thought, <br>The magic tone, that sweetly hung<br>About the music of his tongue. <br>Then will I skim the floating air,<br>On a light couch of gossamer,<br>While with my wonder-aching eye,<br>I contemplate the spangled sky, <br>And hear the vaulted roof repeat<br>The song of Inspiration sweet; <br>While round the winged cherub train,<br>Shall iterate the aëry strain:<br>Swift, thro' my quiv'ring nerves shall float<br>The tremours of each thrilling note; <br>And every eager sense confess<br>Extatic transport's wild excess:<br>'Till, waking from the glorious dream,<br>I hail the morn's refulgent beam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">DEAR Maid! of ever-varying mien, <br>Exulting, pensive, gay, serene, <br>Now, in transcendent pathos drest, <br>Now, gentle as the turtle's breast; <br>Where'er thy feath'ry steps shall lead,<br>To side-long hill, or flow'ry mead; <br>To sorrow's coldest, darkest cell,<br>Or where, by Cynthia's glimm'ring ray, <br>The dapper fairies frisk and play<br>About some cowslip's golden bell;<br>And, in their wanton frolic mirth,<br>Pluck the young daisies from the earth,<br>To canopy their tiny heads, <br>And decorate their verdant beds; <br>While to the grass-hopper's shrill tune,<br>They quaff libations to the moon, <br>From acorn goblets, amply fill'd<br>With dew, from op'ning flow'rs distill'd. <br>Or when the lurid tempest pours, <br>From its dark urn, impetuous show'rs, <br>Or from its brow's terrific frown,<br>Hurls the pale murd'rous lightnings down;<br>To thy enchanting breast I'll spring, <br>And shield me with thy golden wing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or when amidst ethereal fire,<br>Thou strik'st thy DELLA CRUSCAN lyre, <br>While round, to catch the heavenly song,<br>Myriads of wond'ring seraphs throng:<br>Whether thy harp's empassioned strain<br>Pours forth an OVID's tender pain;<br>Or in PINDARIC flights sublime,<br>Re-echoes thro' the starry clime;<br>Thee I'll adore; transcendent guest,<br>And woe thee to my burning breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, if thy magic pow'rs impart<br>One soft sensation to the heart,<br>If thy warm precepts can dispense<br>One thrilling transport o'er my sense; <br>Oh! keep thy gifts, and let me fly,<br>In APATHY's cold arms to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q>
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That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, 
The glowing pow'r, the magic art, 
Th' extatic raptures of the Heart; 
Soft Beauty's timid smile serene,
The dimples of Love's sportive mien; 
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