of the adversary; and as to the Individual to whom some of my remarks are more particularly pointed, I must be bold enough to say that I have hopes of being able, in case of necessity, to prove myself a match for so formidable an antagonist*, without resorting either to his ribaldry or his fiction. Ode to the Muse. In vain thy glorious voice they heard; No waken'd pulse within them stirr'd A tremulous delight: With dull regard they pass'd thee by, Not the supreme in power and pride, O generous Muse, through every age, Angel of light, the spell is thine In spite of penury and scorn, For Him is Fancy's sweetest morn, Dear Nurse of visions wild! |