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On Reading The Poem Of "Paris." By The Rev George Croly, A.M.

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By the trim taper, and the blazing hearth,     (While loud without the blast of winter sung),     Now thrill'd with awe, and now relax'd with mirth,     Paris, I've roam'd thy varied haunts among,     Loitering where Fashion's insect myriads spread     Their painted wings, and sport their little day;     Anon, by beckoning recollection led     To the dark shadow of the stern ABBAYE,     Pale Fancy heard the petrifying shriek     Of midnight Murder from its turrets bleak,     And to her horrent eye came passing on     Phantoms of those dark times, elapsed and gone,     When Rapine yell'd o'er his defenceless prey,     As unchain'd Anarchy her tocsin rung,     And France! in dust and blood thy throne and altars lay!     Oh! thou, thus skill'd with absolute controul,     Where'er thou wilt to lead th' admiring soul,     Gifted alike with Fancy's train to sport,     And tread light measures in her elfin court;     Or pierce the height where Grandeur sits alone,     Girt by the tempest, on his mountain throne:     Whate'er the theme which wakes thy vocal shell,     Well-pleased I follow where its concords swell;     In regal halls, where pleasure wings the night     With pomp and music, revelry and light,     Or where, unwept by Love's deploring eyes,     In the lone Morgue, the self-doom'd victim lies--     Then, midst the twilight of yon Chapel dim,     To mark Religion's reverend Martyr, him     Who kneels entranced in agony of prayer,     His fellow victims torpid with despair,     Thrill'd by his piercing tones, his beaming eye     Glows, as he glows, nor longer dread to die!     Now, borne to Belgium's plain on bolder wings,     Where England's warriors fix'd the fate of Kings:     At once the Patriot and the Poet glows,     And full the mingling inspiration flows:--     Resume the lyre: not thine in myrtle bowers     To trifle light with Life's uncounted hours--     To crown thy toils, propitious Fame from far     Entwines her noblest wreath, illumes her loftiest star!

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