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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 rehearseThe name that taught thee first to flow in verse;

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