Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (18031882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880. | | To the Harp | By Michael Drayton (15631631) |
| THAT instrument neer heard | |
Struck by the skilful bard | |
It strongly to awake, | |
But it the Internals scared | |
And made Olympus quake. | 5 |
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As those prophetic strings | |
Whose sounds with fiery wings | |
Drove fiends from their abode, | |
Touched by the best of kings, | |
That sung the holy ode. | 10 |
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So his when women slew | |
And it in Hebrus threw, | |
Such sounds yet forth it sent, | |
The banks to weep that drew | |
As down the stream it went. | 15 |
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And diversely though strong, | |
So anciently we sung | |
To it, that now scarce known | |
If first it did belong | |
To Greece, or if our own. | 20 |
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The Druidés imbrued | |
With gore on altars rude | |
With sacrifices crowned | |
In hollow woods bedewed, | |
Adored the trembling sound. | 25 | | |
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