Marmion . ivulet ufur,Weaving its maze irregular;And pleased, we listen as the breezeHeaves its wild sigh through Autumn treesThen, wild as cloud, or stream, or gale,Flow on, flow unconfined, my Tale ! Need I to thee, dear Erskine, tellI love the license all too well,In sounds now lowly, and now raise the desultory song ? —Oft, when mid such capricious chime,Some transient fit of lofty rhymeTo thy kind judgment seemed excuseYov many an error of the muse,Oft hast thou said, If, still misspent,Thine hours to poetry are lent,Go, and to tame thy wandering course,Quaft from the fountain a
Marmion . ivulet ufur,Weaving its maze irregular;And pleased, we listen as the breezeHeaves its wild sigh through Autumn treesThen, wild as cloud, or stream, or gale,Flow on, flow unconfined, my Tale ! Need I to thee, dear Erskine, tellI love the license all too well,In sounds now lowly, and now raise the desultory song ? —Oft, when mid such capricious chime,Some transient fit of lofty rhymeTo thy kind judgment seemed excuseYov many an error of the muse,Oft hast thou said, If, still misspent,Thine hours to poetry are lent,Go, and to tame thy wandering course,Quaft from the fountain at the source;Approach those masters, oer whose tombImmortal laurels ever bloom :Instructive of the feebler from the grave their A^oice is heard;From them, and from the paths they showedChoose honored guide and practised road ;Nor ramble on through brake and maze,With harpers rude of barbarous days. Or deemst thou not our later timeYields topic meet for classic rhyme ?Hast thou no elegiac verse. ^^^m/ M ^^mMm^M^p^m f l^TO TiimD 103 ^ l^^ n For Brunswicks venerable hearse % What! not a line, a tear, a sigh, When valor bleeds for liberty ? — Oh, hero of that glorious time, When, Avith unrivalled light sublime, — Though martial Austria, and though all The might of Russia, and the Gaul, Though banded Europe stood her foes — The star of Brandenburgh arose ! Thou couldst not live to see her beam Forever quenched in Jenas stream. Lamented Chief ! — it was not given To thee to change the doom of Heaven, And crush that dragon in its birth. Predestined scourge of guilty earth. Lamented Chief! — not thine the power, To save in that presumptuous hour, When Prussia hurried to the field, And snatched the spear, but left the shield I Valor and skill t was thine to try. And, tried in vain, t was thine to die. Ill had it seemed thj^ silver hair The last, the bitterest pang to share, For princedoms reft, and scutcheons riven. And birthrights to usurpers given ; Thy lands, t
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