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But oh the joy each lab'ring bosom feels,
When some kind Bard a wondrous tale reveals,
Of lovely maidens and of sighing swains,
Of rival chieftains and ensanguin'd plains.
When some kind Bard a wondrous tale reveals,
Of lovely maidens and of sighing swains,
Of rival chieftains and ensanguin'd plains.
ever, that we, of the modern school, may think ourselves happy, that we have been able to retain Mr. Southey on our side. It is notorious, that the opposite party, aware that his talents would give splendour to any style, which he adopted, have employed their warmest expostulations and severest censure, to shake his constancy, and seduce his affections from the muse of his choice.
Not in the desert,
Son of Hodeirah,
Wert thou abandon'd!
Son of Hodeirah,
Wert thou abandon'd!
The coexistent fire,
That in the dens of darkness burnt for thee,
Burns yet, and yet shall burn.
That in the dens of darkness burnt for thee,
Burns yet, and yet shall burn.
In the Domdaniel caverns,
Under the roots of the ocean,
Met the masters of the spell.
&c. &c. &c.Book ii.
Under the roots of the ocean,
Met the masters of the spell.
&c. &c. &c.Book ii.
