MISCELLANIES.
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Two Chorus's to the Tragedy of Brutus, not yet publick.
Chorus of Athenians.
Strophe 1.
Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought;
Groves, where immortal Sages taught;
Where heav'nly visions Plato fir'd,
And godlike Zeno lay inspir'd!
In vain your guiltless laurels stood,
Unspotted long with human blood.
War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades,
And steel now glitters in the Muses shades.
Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought;
Groves, where immortal Sages taught;
Where heav'nly visions Plato fir'd,
And godlike Zeno lay inspir'd!
In vain your guiltless laurels stood,
Unspotted long with human blood.
War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades,
And steel now glitters in the Muses shades.
Antistrophe 1.
Oh heav'n-born sisters! source of art!
Who charm the sense, or mend the heart;
Oh heav'n-born sisters! source of art!
Who charm the sense, or mend the heart;
Who
