Poems C 1790 8 7
Poems C 1790 8 7
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I mark it for my own.
Yet should you never smile on me, And rugged still my verses be;Unpleasing to the tuneful train, Who only prize a slowing strain;And still the learned scorn my lays, I'll lift my heart to you, and sing your praise.
Your varied ministry to trace, Your honour'd names, and godlike race;And lofty bow'rs where fountains flow, They'll better sing who better know;I praise ye not with Grecian lyre, Nor will I hail ye daughters of a heathen fire.
Ye are the spirits who presideIn ea...rth, and air, and ocean wide;In hissing flood, and crackling fire;In horror dread, and tumult dire;In stilly calm, and stormy wind, And rule the answ'ring changes in the human mind.
High on the tempest-beaten hill, Your misty shapes ye shift at will;The wild fantastic clouds ye form;Your voice is in the midnight storm;Whilst in the dark and lonely hour, Oft' starts the boldest heart, and owns your secret pow'r.
From you, when growling storms are past, And light'ning ceases on the wade, And when the scene of blood is o'er, And groans of death are heard no more, Still holds the mind each parted form, Like after echoing of the o'erpassed storm.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
I mark it for my own.
Yet should you never smile on me, And rugged still my verses be;Unpleasing to the tuneful train, Who only prize a slowing strain;And still the learned scorn my lays, I'll lift my heart to you, and sing your praise.
Your varied ministry to trace, Your honour'd names, and godlike race;And lofty bow'rs where fountains flow, They'll better sing who better know;I praise ye not with Grecian lyre, Nor will I hail ye daughters of a heathen fire.
Ye are the spirits who presideIn ea...rth, and air, and ocean wide;In hissing flood, and crackling fire;In horror dread, and tumult dire;In stilly calm, and stormy wind, And rule the answ'ring changes in the human mind.
High on the tempest-beaten hill, Your misty shapes ye shift at will;The wild fantastic clouds ye form;Your voice is in the midnight storm;Whilst in the dark and lonely hour, Oft' starts the boldest heart, and owns your secret pow'r.
From you, when growling storms are past, And light'ning ceases on the wade, And when the scene of blood is o'er, And groans of death are heard no more, Still holds the mind each parted form, Like after echoing of the o'erpassed storm.
What to read after Poems C 1790 8 7?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Baillie Joanna to read onlineMoreLess
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