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NONSENSE
[AN EXPERIMENT FOR A METRE]
| I wish on earth to sing | ||
| Of Jove the bounteous store, | ||
| That all the Earth may ring | ||
| With Tale of Wrong no more. | ||
| I fear no foe in field or tent, | ||
| Tho' weak our cause yet strong his Grace: | ||
| As Polar roamers clad in Fur, | ||
| Unweeting whither we were bent | ||
| We found as 'twere a native place, | ||
| Where not a Blast could stir: | ||
| For Jove had his Almighty Presence lent: Each eye beheld, in each transfigured Face, The radiant light of Joy, and Hope's forgotten Trace. | |
| or | ||
| O then I sing Jove's bounteous store— On rushing wing while sea-mews roar, And raking Tides roll Thunder on the shore. | |
Now first published from an MS.
