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 POETIC CHARACTER. 81 They crowd around the minstrel, who disdains Lydian measures, Attick strains, Or languish of the Dorian flute; The Spartan fife's inspiring tone, Thracia's warlike sounds, alone, His stern, impetuous temper suit. Where the battle's tide is rushing, Where the stream of life is gushing, Where the groan of death is blending With the Victor's shout ascending; Borne by Faucy's eagle flight, He revels with a fierce delight. Oh, snatch me hence to gentler scenes, Where, beside his 1ouely fire, Upon his arm the student leans, Or wakes the pensive lyre. As the wild storm is sweeping by, He thinks upon the mariner, The lost, the friendless, and his eye Is quiv'ring with an unshed tear. He yields to Memory's fond coutroul, He folds his arms, he droops his head; The past comes rushing on his soul, Resistless, and the tear is shed. o ......... Google

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