ODE TO GENIUS. TO THE REV. WILLIAM MASON, A.M. PRECENTOR OF THE CATHEDRAL CHURCH OF YORK.

ODE TO GENIUS. TO THE REV. WILLIAM MASON, A.M. PRECENTOR OF THE CATHEDRAL CHURCH OF YORK. George Monck Berkeley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford

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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T142950 K111746.000 Berkeley, George Monck, 1763-1793. Poems: by the late George-Monck Berkeley, Esq. ... With a preface by the editor, consisting of some anecdotes of Mr. Monck Berkeley and several of his friends. London printed by J. Nichols; and sold by Messrs. Leigh and Sotheby; Mr. Edwards; Mr. Cooke, Oxford; Mr. Todd, York; Messrs. Simmons and Co.; Messrs. Flackton, Marrable, and Claris; and Mr. Bristow, Canterbury 1797 pp. 99-100. viii,DCXXXII,212p.,plate: port.; 4⁰.

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ODE TO GENIUS . TO THE REV. WILLIAM MASON , A.M. PRECENTOR OF THE CATHEDRAL CHURCH OF YORK . GENIUS ! thou pow'r sublime and bright , Thou radiant spark of heav'nly light , Sent from above our toil to cheer . How in Shakspeare's hallow'd page , Glowing with poetic rage , Thy magic strokes appear ! Spenser seiz'd thy trembling lyre , How he felt thy sacred fire Let his matchless numbers tell . Goblins stern , and Fairies kind — Airy offspring of the mind — To them he tun'd his shell . Milton too , that bard divine , Bow'd before thy sacred shrine Of cherub'd hosts , and heaven's high throne , Soaring bold on eagle's wing ; O , how sweetly did he sing ! But , ah ! he sung alone . Inspir'd by thee , majestic Young Of Death and Fate sublimely sung ; And while he tun'd his solemn lyre By pale Luna's fickle light ; How he charm'd the ear of Night , And bade our souls aspire ! Then Collins chaste , and Theban Gray , Gave to thee the ardent lay ; Pleas'd , you heard their numbers flow . Mason's verse you now inspire ; Charm'd , you tune his matchless lyre , And dwell with him below .