Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Lyric and Legendary
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Lyric and Legendary.
Hail, ye mighty masters of the lay, Nature's true sons, the friends of man and truth;Whose song, sublimely sweet, serenely gay, Amused my childhood, and informed my youth:Oh! let your spirit still my bosom soothe, Inspire my dreams, and my wild wanderings guide;Your voice each rugged path of life can smoothe, For well I know, wherever ye reside, There harmony, and peace, and innocence abide.Beattie.
Song sweetens toil, however rude the sound; All at her work the village maiden sings;Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of life.Giffard.
Those venerable ancient Song enditersSoared many a pitch beyond our modern writers;With rough, majestic strength they touched the heart,And Truth and Nature made amends for Art.Rowe.