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TALES OF THE DRAMA.
Now Rumour, with her many hundred tongues,
Brief ! if my novel enterprise succeed
Shakspeare ! thy muse did playfully display
Nurs'd in the fost’ring arms of Education;
Unwilling to advance from very fear;
then droops the child of song, Pensive, forlorn, as if by hope forsaken ! Next Inspiration comes, with godlike zeal, And dangers seem as trifies in the scale Of “vaulting bold ambition.”-A warrior now.
Th' aspiring ardent son of poesy
! Like the is round bellied” Justice,
full of pride