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T was some spirit, Author:Richard Brinsley Sheridan! that breath'd O'er thy young mind such wildly-various power! My soul hath mark'd thee in her shaping hour, Thy temples with Hymettian flowrets wreath'd: And sweet thy voice, as when o'er Laura's bier Sad music trembled thro' Vauclusa's glade; Sweet, as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade That wafts soft dreams to Slumber's list'ning ear. Now patriot Rage and Indignation high Swell the full tones! And now thine eye-beams dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry! Writhes inly from the bosom-probing glance Th' Apostate by the brainless rout ador'd, As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword.