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28 Hark, when thy breath her song impells, How full the tuneful current swells! Let melancholy's plaintive tongue Instruct the nightly strains of Y; But thine was Author:Homer ancient might, And thine victorious Author:Pindar flight: Thy myrtles crown'd the Lesbian meads; Thy voice awak'd Sicilian reeds; Thy breath perfumes the Teian rose, And Tibur's vine spontaneous flows While Author:Quintus Horatius Flaccus wantons in thy quire; The gods and heroes of the lyre.


 * See where the pale, the sick'ning sage

(A prey perhaps to fortune's rage, Perhaps by tender griefs oppress'd, Or glooms congenial to his breast) Retires in desart-scenes to dwell, And bids the joyless world farewell. Alone he treads th' autumnal shade, Alone beneath the mountain laid, He