| Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880. | | | | To the Harp | | By Michael Drayton (1563–1631) |
| | | THAT instrument ne’er 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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