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Deserted stream, and mute?
To him thy cell was shewn;
Thy turtles mix'd their own.
Come, Pity, come, by Fancy's aid,
Thy temple's pride design:
In all who view the shrine.. .
There Picture's toils shall well relate,
O'er mortal bliss prevail :
With each disastrous tale.
There let me aft, retir'd by day,
Allow'd with thee to dwell:
"To hear a British shell!
• The river Arun runs by the village in Sussex, where Otway had his birth,
ODE TO FEAR. THOU, to wliom the world unknown, .'
With all its shadowy shapes, is shewn; Who seest, appallid, the unreal scene, White Fancy lifts the veil between :
Ah Fear! ah frantic Fear!
I see, I see thee near.
In earliest Greece, to thee, with partial choice,
The grief-full Muse addrest her infant tongue;
* Alluding to the Kuvas apuxtor of Sophocles. See
Wrapt in thy cloudy veil, th' incestuoust queen
Sigh'd the sad call I her son and husband heard, When once alone it broke the silent scene," vil
And he the wretch of Thebes no more appear'd.
O Fear, I know thee by my throbbing heart:
Thy withering power inspir'd each' mournful line: Though gentle Pity claim her mingled part,
Yet all the thunders of the scene are thine!
Thou who such weary lengths hast past,
Or, in some hollow'd seat, - , .
'Gainst which the big waves beat, Hear drowning seamen's cries, in tempests brought? Dark power, with shudd'ring meek subniitted thought.
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Ην μέν Σιωπη; φθεγμα δ' εξαίφνης τινος
Θωυξεν αυλον, ωστε σανίας ορθιας . Στησαι φοβω δεισανίας εξαιφνης Τριχας, και
See the Edip. Colon. of Sophocles.
Be mine to read the visions old
O thou whose spirit most possest
ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
To breathe her genuine thought, .
Thou, who, with hermit heart,
But com'st a decent maid,
By old Cephisus deep, s
Who spread his wavy sweep,
On whose enamell'd side,
When holy Freedom died,
O sister meek of Truth,
The flowers that sweetest breathe,
T'hough Beauty cull'd the wreath,
While Rome could none este
But virtue's patriot theme,
But staid to sing alone
To one distinguish'd throne;
No more, in hall or bow'r,
The Passions own thy power;
For thou hast left her shrine;
* The andwy, or nightingale, for which Sophocles eenus to have entertained a peculiar fondness,