. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 376. Where treasons arm by royalty was nervd,And Frenchmen learnd to crush the throne they servd—Thou, calmly lulld in dreams of classic thought,By bards illumind and by sages taught,Pantst to be all, upon this mortal scene,That bard hath fancied or that sage hath should I wake thee? why severely chaseThe lovely forms of virtue and of grace,That dwell before thee, like the pictures spreadBy Spartan matrons round the genial thy fancy, and with gradual artBrightening the young conceptions of thy heart. Forgi

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . 376. Where treasons arm by royalty was nervd,And Frenchmen learnd to crush the throne they servd—Thou, calmly lulld in dreams of classic thought,By bards illumind and by sages taught,Pantst to be all, upon this mortal scene,That bard hath fancied or that sage hath should I wake thee? why severely chaseThe lovely forms of virtue and of grace,That dwell before thee, like the pictures spreadBy Spartan matrons round the genial thy fancy, and with gradual artBrightening the young conceptions of thy heart. Forgive me, Forbes—and should the song destroyOne generous hope, one throb of social high pulsation of the zeal for few can feel, and bless that few who can,^^0, turn to him, beneath whose kindred eyesThy talents open and thy virtues rise,Forget where nature has been dark or dim,And proudly study all her lights in , yes, in him the erring world feel that man may reach perfection yet.

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