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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves; and when thou drawest the Blue curtains, scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full, soon, Dost thou withdraw; Then, the wolf rages wide, And the lion glares thro' the dun forest. The fleece of our flocks are covered with Thy sacred dew; Protect them with thine influence.Golden Apollo, that thro' heaven wide Scatter'st the rays of light, and truth's beams, In lucent words my darkling verses dight, And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams, That wisdom may descend in fairy dreams, All while the jocund hours in thy train Scatter their fancies at thy poet's feet; And when thou yields to night thy wide domain, Let rays of truth enlight his sleeping brain. For brutish Pan in vain might thee assay With tinkling sounds to dash thy nervous verse, Sound without sense; yet in his rude affray, (For ignorance is Folly's leasing nurse And love of Folly needs none other's curse) Midas the praise hath gain'd of lengthen'd ears, For which himself might deem him ne'er the worse To sit in council with his modern peers, And judge of tinkling rimes and elegances terse. And thou, Mercurius, that with wing?d brow Dost mount aloft into the yielding sky, And thro' Heav'n's halls thy airy flight dost throw, Entering with holy feet to where on high Jove weighs the counsel of futurity; Then, laden with eternal fate, dost go Down, like a falling star, from autumn sky, And o'er the surface of the silent deep dost fly: If thou arrivest at the sandy shore Where nought but envious hissing adders dwell, Thy golden rod, thrown on t 1000 he dusty floor, Can charm to harmony with potent spell. Such is sweet Eloquence, that does dispel Envy and Hate that thirst for human gore; And cause in sweet society to dwell Vile savage minds that lurk in lonely cell O Mercury, assist my lab'ring sense That round the circle of the world would fly, As the wing'd eagle scorns the tow'ry fence Of Alpine hills round his high a?ry, And searches thro' the corners of the sky, Sports in the clouds to hear the thunder's sound, And see the wing?d lightnings as they fly; Then, bosom'd in an amber cloud, around Plumes his wide wings, and seeks Sol's palace high. And thou, O warrior maid invincible, Arm'd with the terrors of Almighty Jove, Pallas, Minerva, maiden terrible, Lov'st thou to walk the peaceful solemn grove, In solemn gloom of branches interwove? Or bear'st thy AEgis o'er the burning field, Where, like the sea, the waves of battle move? Or have thy soft piteous eyes beheld The weary wanderer thro' the desert rove? Or does th' afflicted man thy heav'nly bosom move?
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