Henry James Pye Poems

When loud Invasion with infuriate roar,
With boastful threatening shakes Britannia's shore;
Should Alfred turn his sainted eyes to earth,
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I.
O sacred Muse! thy aid impart,
To rapture wake the sounding lyre!
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When the keen axe remorseless laid
The woods of Edgecombe low,
Lest now their leafy skreen should aid
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STROPHE I.
O Muse, awake the Olympic Lay,
Which to Archestratus' brave Son we owe;
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O liberty! celestial maid!
Where has thy vagrant fancy stray'd?
Dost thou from Andes' rifted brow
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STROPHE I.
The skilful Architect whose dædal hand
Contrives the far-resplendent dome to raise,
Bids the bright porch on shapely columns stand,
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STROPHE I.
Olympia! Mother of heroic Games!
Queen of true Prophecy! beneath whose grove
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I.
Immortal Harmony! thy heavenly strain
Coeval grew with sea, and earth, and skies.—
What time from chaos' rude primeval reign
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A FRAGMENT.

Now the loud winds with angry pinions sweep
The laboring bosom of the stormy deep,
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To-night our scene once more from Shakespear's page
Shows the dire factions of a former age,
Shows when the noble fierce, and prelate proud,
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