Page:Marmion - Walter Scott (ed. Bayne, 1889).pdf/90

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
60
MARMION.
Oft, when 'mid such capricious chime,Some transient fit of lofty rhymeTo thy kind judgment seem'd excuse30For many an error of the muse,Oft hast thou said, 'If, still misspent,Thine hours to poetry are lent,Go, and to tame thy wandering course,Quaff from the fountain at the source;35Approach those masters, o'er whose tombImmortal laurels ever bloom:Instructive of the feebler bard,Still from the grave their voice is heard;From them, and from the paths they show'd,40Choose honour'd guide and practised road;Nor ramble on through brake and maze,With harpers rude of barbarous days.
 'Or deem'st thou not our later timeYields topic meet for classic rhyme?45Hast thou no elegiac verseFor Brunswick's venerable hearse?What! not a line, a tear, a sigh,When valour bleeds for liberty?—Oh, hero of that glorious time,50When, with unrivall'd light sublime,—Though martial Austria, and though allThe might of Russia, and the Gaul,Though banded Europe stood her foes—The star of Brandenburgh arose!55Thou couldst not live to see her beamFor ever quench'd in Jena's stream.Lamented Chief!—it was not givenTo thee to change the doom of Heaven,And crush that dragon in its birth,60Predestined scourge of guilty earth.Lamented Chief!—not thine the power,To save in that presumptuous hour,When Prussia hurried to the field,And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield!
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.