Which sweeps with manlier cadence o’er the strings.
P.
The page austere of learned Jonson[17] suits you.
C. M.
Yes—’tis a noble and a virtuous muse,
But still her range is rugged and confined.
No. I’ll have one who conquers all—’tis Shakspeare,[18]
Whose genius now with rapid wing sublime,
Soars with strong course, like generous Massinger;
Now warbles forth her “native wood notes wild,”