 Muses' vestal fires I bring : Here, at thy feet, the sparks I spread : Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares tremendous on the sons of Pride. But, hark ! methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue ! In...  Odes by Mr. Mason - Page 11by William Mason - 1756 - 31 pagesFull view - About this book
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...feet, the sparks I spread: Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares tremendous on the sons of Pride. But, hark ! methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue 1 In distant trills it echoes o'er the tide; Now meets mine ear with warbles wildly free, As swells... | |
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...like him, immortal Maid, The Muses' vestal fires I bring : Here, at thy feet, the sparks I spread : Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares tremendous on the sons of Pride. But, hark ! methinks I hear her hallow 'd tongue ! In... | |
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...like him, immortal Maid, The Muses' vestal fires I bring : Here, at thy feet, the sparks I spread : Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares, tremendous on the sons of Pride. But, hark ! methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue ! In... | |
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...Behold, like him, immortal maid, The Muses' vestal fires I bring: Here, at thy feet, the sparks I spread: Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares tremendous on the sons of pride. But, hark, methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue ! In distant... | |
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...Behold, like him, immortal Maid, The Muses' vestal fires I bring: Here at thy feet the sparks I spread : Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares tremendous on the sons of Pride. But, hark ! methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue ! In... | |
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...like him, immortal maid, The Muses' vestal fires I bring : Here, at thy feet, the sparks I spread : Propitious wave thy wing, And fan them to that dazzling blaze of song, Which glares tremendous on the sons of Pride. But, hark ! methinks I hear her hallow'd tongue ! In... | |
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