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Whose savage mood not Shakspear's self could tame;
Now sooth'd to softness, own their former shame.
Won by the tale, they join the list'ning train,
Honour the minstrel and applaud the strain.
Now sooth'd to softness, own their former shame.
Won by the tale, they join the list'ning train,
Honour the minstrel and applaud the strain.
The stripling 'prentice and the sempstress maid,
Who from their shops before had never stray'd,
Now steal unseen along the Muse's grove,
To catch her strains and hear of war and love.
For they can judge, if lovers rightly sigh,
If warriors bravely fight and nobly die.
They, too, through trains of thick adventure led,
By turns feel joy, and hope, and grief, and dread.
The scene once open'd, all the actors shown,
And each well scann'd until the hero's known;
Who from their shops before had never stray'd,
Now steal unseen along the Muse's grove,
To catch her strains and hear of war and love.
For they can judge, if lovers rightly sigh,
If warriors bravely fight and nobly die.
They, too, through trains of thick adventure led,
By turns feel joy, and hope, and grief, and dread.
The scene once open'd, all the actors shown,
And each well scann'd until the hero's known;
