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AMYNTAS.
II.
Whence does the soul, disdaining earth,
To Æther wing it's ardent way;
Who gives the bold expressions birth,
That all it's images convey?
Whence does the soul, disdaining earth,
To Æther wing it's ardent way;
Who gives the bold expressions birth,
That all it's images convey?
III.
'Tis not to Greece's learned soil
The world this happy culture owes;
Which not from Aristotle's toil,
Nor yet from Plato's fancy flows.
'Tis not to Greece's learned soil
The world this happy culture owes;
Which not from Aristotle's toil,
Nor yet from Plato's fancy flows.
IV.
Apollo, and the tuneful Nine,
Attempt the envied song in vain;
Their numbers are not so divine,
As is the lover's tender strain.
Apollo, and the tuneful Nine,
Attempt the envied song in vain;
Their numbers are not so divine,
As is the lover's tender strain.
V.
Scholastick art, the Muse's lyre,
In vain their privileges boast;
The lover breathes a purer fire;
He sings the best who feels the most.
Scholastick art, the Muse's lyre,
In vain their privileges boast;
The lover breathes a purer fire;
He sings the best who feels the most.
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