Forms such as Dante pictured in that hell,
His proud soul bursting in his lone farewell
From exiled Florence, flash my view before:
With Tasso’s heroes armed in holy fight,
Or Ariosto’s bower for nymph and errant-knight.
Thou too![[6]] to whom a poet’s fire was given,
And all a poet’s quenchless thirst of fame,
Quick kindling fancies, half of air and flame,
Passions and feelings born but to be riven,
What though denied to vent in verse their force