ODE TO MEMOBY. Thou kneel'st in some retiring cave, .Where cypress-boughs religious wave, With eyes, that seek the heav'nly spheres, Drown'd in sad repentant' tears. Now, the dark-grain'd sto!e withdrawn, Thy gentle smiles begin to dawn, That, chastefid by a lingering sadness, Never rise to boisterou s gladness. No?, lost in silent musing fit, At Music's side thou lov'st to sit, On her dear voice for long hours dwelling, Thy inmost soul respensive swelling. How light soe'er the measures flow, To thee they still are food 'for woe, But woe how far more sweet and holy Than all the mad delights of folly ! And, when the last faint sound is flying, .Thou listenest to the echoes dying. Or, tracing back life's lengthening vale, Thou. bendest,'pensive, to inhale The fragrance of some lingering flower,- That bloom'd in fresh youth's breathing bower. 37 O long-fever'd, with no unmeaning praise Did early Greece thy name celestial chuse, ......... ?Google
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