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THE MINSTREL TO HIS HARP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS

Poet Analysis

First Line: WHEN YOUTHFUL TRANSPORT LED THE HOURS
Last Line: WHEN ALL MY WAY WAS BRIGHT WITH FLOWERS.
Subject(s): HARPS; MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS; SINGING & SINGERS; LYRES; SONGS;
WHEN youthful transport led the hours,
And all my way was bright with flowers,
Ah! then my harp, thy dulcet note,
To songs of joy would lightly float;
To thee I sung in numbers wild,
Of hope and love who gaily smiled.

And now though young delight is o'er,
And golden visions charm no more;
Though now my harp, thy mellow tone,
I wake to mournful strains alone;
Ah! yet the pleasing lays impart
A pensive rapture to my heart.

I sung to thee of early pleasures,
In sweet and animated measures;
And I have wept o'er griefs and cares,
And still have loved thy magic airs:
To me thy sound recals the hours,
When all my way was bright with flowers.




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