And see yon sapient train! with libʼral aim, "Twas theirs new plans of liberty to frame; And on the gothic gloom of slavish sway To shed the dawn of intellectual day. With mild debate each musing feature glows, And well-weigh'd counsels mark'd their meaning brows. "Lo! these the leaders of thy patriot line," Nor all the tasks of thoughful peace engage; "Tis thine to form the hero as the sage. I see the sable-suited prince advance With lilies crown'd, the spoils of bleeding France, Edward. The Muses in yon cloister's shade Bound on his maiden thigh the martial blade: Bade him the steel for British freedom draw; And Oxford taught the deeds that Cressy saw. And see, great father of the sacred band, Though simple was the dome, where first to dwell A rough untutor'd age. With raptur'd eye * Alfred. Serene he smiles to find, that not in vain Well pleas'd, that at his own Pierian springs Here deigus to linger ere she leave the land. HAFEZ. ODE IV. GIVE, O give Love's sportful joys; Give the handmaid's lip divine, And the friend that's next our heart; With the valued, cheerful soul, Drainer of the brim-full bowl! Give the nymph, that's tender, kind, Pure in heart, and pure in mind, As th' unsullied fount that laves Eden's banks with blissful waves, And whose beauty sweetly bright Shames the clear moon's full-orb'd light! Give the festive hall, that vies With our boasted Paradise; Round it, breathing rich perfume, Let refreshing roses bloom; Such as, with unfading grace, Give companions, who unite All the joys of wine and love; And the friend who loves good cheer! Give the juice of rosy hue, Briskly sparkling to the view, |