English Poetry. Margaret Chalmers. To the Muses. Маргарет Чалмерс.

Margaret Chalmers (Маргарет Чалмерс)

To the Muses

AVAUNT ! ye Nine; no more I sue
    For your capricious aid,
Since you could thus its power deny
    To an invoking maid.
So fair a vot'ry ne'er before
    Had breath'd Parnassian air,
Nor did Castalia's boasted stream
    E'er show a form so fair.
To see your shrine so highly grac'd,
    Quickly inflam'd your pride;
Confusion reign'd throughout the hill,
    And you the suit denied.
Mournful Melpomene declin'd
    Her tearful aid to lend;
And sage Historic Clio's brow
    No fav'ring smiles unbend.
When chearful Thalia, stepping forth,
    Cry'd "Sisters, why so shy?
"If fair Eliza will accept
    "My aid, her muse, am I."

Margaret Chalmers’s other poems:

1. Verses: In Humble Imitation of Burns
2. The Author’s Address to the Critics
3. The Rose of the Rock
4. Address to the Evening Star
5. A Summer Sabbath Morn

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

William Blake (Уильям Блейк) To The Muses (“Whether on Ida’s shady brow”)

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