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William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид) Invocation to Fancy Oh Thou! whose daedal hand can chear, Cimmerian vale, or cavern drear; Or clothe the sandy desart wide In all the gaudy summer's pride; Or bid poetic shapes arise Spontaneous to thy formful eyes; Now let thy wonted influ'nce kind, Fresh flowrets round my temples bind; Obsequious then, the tuneful power Shall ope thy consecrated bower; And I with thee, all jocund, bound By moon-light over Fairy ground, Nor let me fail with Sol to climb O'er Cambria's awful heights sublime, Whence Nature strews, with fragments rude, The ivy'd nooks of Solitude; Where erst, as ancient legends tell, Glendower rais'd the Magic spell; While storms and rifting thunders roar'd, And on th' opposing legions pour'd, When Henry led his glittering rows, With beamy spears, and auburn bows, To crush, with unrelenting hand, The Cambrian Chieftain's darling band; That true to Freedom's guardian dear, Bedew'd with large indignant tear The slow-expiring beauteous child, 'Midst horrid rocks and fastness wild; While high-born Hoel's lofty strain Rang out to arms, to arms, in vain; Till glory crown'd each parting shade, That unsubmitting exit made; Who, as the Heav'ns vindictive bow'd, Soar'd upward on a dusky cloud. Thus may each Muse's walk engage The flush of youth, the frost of age; Or those that heedless love to rove Thro' winding vale or solemn grove; Or listen to the hollow roar Of winds, from wave-defying shore. Oh Fancy! magic-breathing maid, For this dispense thy richest aid; Oh mingle with our mental rays Thy vivid scene-exalting blaze; And bind each Muse, whose ample wing Drops odour on th' eternal spring; Then shall the tuneful Artist reign Supreme to vulgar joy or pain, And call from latent cells around Each passion to its kindred sound. But when high themes his numbers swell, With whirlwind force his living shell, Shall prove its inspiration giv'n To break the bands of Fate, and wing the soul to Heav'n. William Hamilton Reid's other poems:
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