Date: 1796, 1817
"Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd, / And many idle flitting phantasies, / Traverse my indolent and passive brain, / As wild and various as the random gales / That swell and flutter on this subject Lute!"
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Date: 1796, 1817
"And what if all of animated nature / Be but organic Harps diversely fram'd, / That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps / Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, / At once the Soul of each, and God of all?"
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Date: 1797
"Thus on the golden thread that Fancy weaves / Buoyant, as Hope's illusive flattery breathes, / The young and visionary Poet leaves / Life's dull realities, while sevenfold wreaths / Of rainbow light around his head revolve."
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Date: 1797
"Still shall the plaintive lyre essay its powers / To dress the cave of Care with Fancy's flowers."
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Date: 1797
"May the soft rays of dawning hope impart / Reviving Patience to my fainting heart."
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Date: 1797
"Light of the world, whose cheering ray / Illumes the realms of mind"
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Date: 1797
"Check they the torpid influence of Despair, / Or bid warm Health re-animate the breast; / Where Hope's soft visions have no longer part, / And whose sad inmate--is a broken heart?"
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Date: 1797
"The base controul / Of petty despots in their pedant reign / Already hast thou felt;--and high disdain / Of Tyrants is imprinted on thy soul."
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Date: 1797
"Man, lost in ignorance and toil, / Becomes associate to the soil, / And his heart hardens like his native rock."
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Date: w. September 1794, 1797
"Wit, that no suffering could impair, / Was thine, and thine whose mental powers / Of force to chase the fiends that tear / From Fancy's hands her budding flowers."
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