ON AVISIT TOMR.BURNS.
IS’t true? or does some magic spellMy wond’ring eyes beguile?Is this the place where deigns to dwellThe honour of our isle?The charmingBurns, the Muse’s care,Of all her sons the pride;This pleasure oft I’ve sought to share,But been as oft deni’d.Oft have my thoughts, at midnight hour,To him excursions made;This bliss in dreams was premature,And with my slumbers fled.’Tis real now, no vision hereBequeaths a poignant dart;I’ll view the poet ever dear,Whose lays have charm’d my heart.Hark! now he comes, a dire alarmRe-echoes through his hall!Pegasus[2]kneel’d, his rider’s armWas broken by a fall.The doleful tidings to my earsWere in harsh notes convey’d;His lovely wife stood drown’d in tears,While thus I pond’ring said:“No cheering draught, with ills unmix’d,Can mortals taste below;All human fate by heav’n is fix’d,Alternate joy and wo.”With beating breast I view’d the bard;All trembling did him greet:With sighs bewail’d his fate so hard,Whose notes were ever sweet.
IS’t true? or does some magic spellMy wond’ring eyes beguile?Is this the place where deigns to dwellThe honour of our isle?The charmingBurns, the Muse’s care,Of all her sons the pride;This pleasure oft I’ve sought to share,But been as oft deni’d.Oft have my thoughts, at midnight hour,To him excursions made;This bliss in dreams was premature,And with my slumbers fled.’Tis real now, no vision hereBequeaths a poignant dart;I’ll view the poet ever dear,Whose lays have charm’d my heart.Hark! now he comes, a dire alarmRe-echoes through his hall!Pegasus[2]kneel’d, his rider’s armWas broken by a fall.The doleful tidings to my earsWere in harsh notes convey’d;His lovely wife stood drown’d in tears,While thus I pond’ring said:“No cheering draught, with ills unmix’d,Can mortals taste below;All human fate by heav’n is fix’d,Alternate joy and wo.”With beating breast I view’d the bard;All trembling did him greet:With sighs bewail’d his fate so hard,Whose notes were ever sweet.
IS’t true? or does some magic spellMy wond’ring eyes beguile?Is this the place where deigns to dwellThe honour of our isle?
IS’t true? or does some magic spell
My wond’ring eyes beguile?
Is this the place where deigns to dwell
The honour of our isle?
The charmingBurns, the Muse’s care,Of all her sons the pride;This pleasure oft I’ve sought to share,But been as oft deni’d.
The charmingBurns, the Muse’s care,
Of all her sons the pride;
This pleasure oft I’ve sought to share,
But been as oft deni’d.
Oft have my thoughts, at midnight hour,To him excursions made;This bliss in dreams was premature,And with my slumbers fled.
Oft have my thoughts, at midnight hour,
To him excursions made;
This bliss in dreams was premature,
And with my slumbers fled.
’Tis real now, no vision hereBequeaths a poignant dart;I’ll view the poet ever dear,Whose lays have charm’d my heart.
’Tis real now, no vision here
Bequeaths a poignant dart;
I’ll view the poet ever dear,
Whose lays have charm’d my heart.
Hark! now he comes, a dire alarmRe-echoes through his hall!Pegasus[2]kneel’d, his rider’s armWas broken by a fall.
Hark! now he comes, a dire alarm
Re-echoes through his hall!
Pegasus[2]kneel’d, his rider’s arm
Was broken by a fall.
The doleful tidings to my earsWere in harsh notes convey’d;His lovely wife stood drown’d in tears,While thus I pond’ring said:
The doleful tidings to my ears
Were in harsh notes convey’d;
His lovely wife stood drown’d in tears,
While thus I pond’ring said:
“No cheering draught, with ills unmix’d,Can mortals taste below;All human fate by heav’n is fix’d,Alternate joy and wo.”
“No cheering draught, with ills unmix’d,
Can mortals taste below;
All human fate by heav’n is fix’d,
Alternate joy and wo.”
With beating breast I view’d the bard;All trembling did him greet:With sighs bewail’d his fate so hard,Whose notes were ever sweet.
With beating breast I view’d the bard;
All trembling did him greet:
With sighs bewail’d his fate so hard,
Whose notes were ever sweet.
[2]The name of the Poet’s horse.
[2]The name of the Poet’s horse.