Margaret Chalmers (Маргарет Чалмерс)

To the Muses

AVAUNT ! ye Nine; no more I sue
    For your capricious aid,
Since you could thus its power deny
    To an invoking maid.
So fair a vot'ry ne'er before
    Had breath'd Parnassian air,
Nor did Castalia's boasted stream
    E'er show a form so fair.
To see your shrine so highly grac'd,
    Quickly inflam'd your pride;
Confusion reign'd throughout the hill,
    And you the suit denied.
Mournful Melpomene declin'd
    Her tearful aid to lend;
And sage Historic Clio's brow
    No fav'ring smiles unbend.
When chearful Thalia, stepping forth,
    Cry'd "Sisters, why so shy?
"If fair Eliza will accept
    "My aid, her muse, am I."

1. Verses on the Jubilee Night at Lerwick
2. The Author's Address to the Critics
3. Address to the Evening Star
4. On the Banks of the Esk
5. The Rose of the Rock

William Blake (Уильям Блейк) To The Muses ("Whether on Ida's shady brow")

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