Excerpt from Miscellaneous Pieces: In Poetry and Verse It is t mine to mount the Poet's car, Rolling through Ether to Parnassus' height;It is t mine to tread the wide - the far -And gather visions unperceived by sight. It is t mine to trace ideal viewsOf things, which genius easily combines;Nor can I call, to aid my humble Muse, The scenes imaginative power defines. It is t mine the vasty deep to trace, And find the image of the inward thought;Nor can I soar through realms of boundless space, Embodying phantoms in a form untaught. It is t mine to strike the golden lyre -Thrilling each bosom with each quiv'ring string;Nor can I feed the soul-transporting fireFann'd by the seraph's all-expanded wing. Mine is the simple dictate of the heart, That loves to raise a soft and lowly song;Ecstatic joy my lays cant impart -Let sympathy then waft my Muse along! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.