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Yet not these scenes could bound his daring flight,
Born to the talk, he rose a nobler height;
While o'er the lyre his hallow'd fingers fly,
Each wond'rous touch awakens raptures high:
Milton alone those mansions durst explore,
Where only Faith, till then, had power to soar.

The strong, the sweet, the moving, the sublime,
In Dryden's fstrainstheir various beauties join;
Aw'd by his lays, each rival Bard retir'd:
So fades the Moon, pale, llifeless unadmir'd,
When Sol resplendent darts upon the sight,
Gilds the grey dawn, and gives the vigorous light.

Smooth glide thy waves, O Thames! while I rehearse
The name that taught thee first to flow in verse;

Let