Classic Poem

V ENT'ROUS shall I strike the lyre,
And soaring wooe sweet Fancy to my aid,
Coyly bright etherial maid?
Celestial Poësy with native fire,
Fancy's fair attendant, hie,
Inspire me with thy minstrelsy:
O! come, nor o'er my soul refuse
Thy choicest raptures to diffuse;
For I the eagle Bard would celebrate,
That sung of ruthless Edward's fate:
He sung—Old Cambriaheard with awe,
And, in the wond'rous youth, her Bards immortal saw.