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to rove o'er history's page, Recal the hero, and the sage; Revive the actions of the dead, And memory of ages fled: Yet it yields me greater pleasure, To read the poet's pleasing measure. Led by Shakspeare, bard inspir'd, The bosom's energies are fir'd; We learn to shed the generous tear, O'er poor Ophelia's sacred bier: To love the merry moonlight scene, With fairy elves in vallies green; Or borne on Fancy's heavenly wings, To listen while sweet Ariel sings. How sweet the "native wood-notes wild" Of him, the Muse's favorite child; Of him whose magic lays impart, Each various feeling to the heart.