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Rh That strange, sweet picture—by the Enchanter's wand

Familiar to our spirits made, and near!

But suddenly a rich and resonant sound

Thrilled from the skies and waters; lo, the chimes

Of Stratford rang and rang; the very ground

Murmured, as with a deep-voiced poet's rhymes;

Then swift melodious tone on tone was hurled:

'T was Shakespeare's music brimmed the trembling world.

IN WORDSWORTH'S ORCHARD

DOVE COTTAGE

SIR WALTER SCOTT

I

and writers of our day,

Too much of melancholy!

Give us the old heroic lay;