1791 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Robert Merry

Louisa, "To the Author of the Tragedy of Lorenzo" The Oracle (12 April 1791).



The Rainbow glows with orient dies,
Amidst a show'r of glitt'ring tears;
And brighter, thro' dark low'ring skies,
The burning eye of Morn appears.

Thro' the thick mists of Ebon air
The purple Lightnings shoot their way;
So 'midst the clouds of dire despair,
Transcendent GENIUS darts its ray.

The tissue-vested Queen of Night
Steals o'er the leafy-curtain'd flow'rs;
While round, like silver spangles bright,
Heaven's dews adorn the fairest flow'rs.

Thus when thy Tale of gentlest Woes,
The sensate mind enraptur'd feels,
O'er the bright Eye where feeling glows,
The crystal veil of Pity steals.

Those ORBS, that like the Diamond burn,
When gem'd with passion's tears, inspire
Delicious LOVE'S benign return,
And pierce the Soul, thro' floods of fire.

But when thy radiant MUSE ascends
The loftier themes of magic art;
Such rapture with her pathos blends,
That tears of madd'ning transport start.

The touch that boist'rous folly knows
Extatic joy shall vainly boast;
While grief, such keen delight bestows,
That PAIN, in thrilling BLISS, is lost.

Let others court the sportive Muse,
And strike the EAR with flippant art;
While thou, a prouder strain shall chuse,
THE STRAIN THAT VIBRATES ON THE HEART.