ODE
TO
SENSIBILITY
.
THanks
to
thee
,
Nymph
,
whose
powerful
hand
From
dulness
set
me
free
,
Thy
praises
I'll
for
ever
sing
,
Sweet
Sensibility
.
Thy
touch
,
so
gentle
and
benign
,
Revives
the
torpid
heart
,
Thou
pleasure
canst
from
pain
refine
,
To
joys
new
joy
impart
.
By
thee
the
gaudy
rainbow
shows
More
beauteous
to
the
eye
,
By
thee
more
sweetly
smells
the
rose
,
And
boasts
a
brighter
dye
.
By
thee
I
taste
the
luscious
sweets
Of
Cloe's
nectar'd
kiss
,
By
thee
I
laugh
,
or
cheerful
sing
,
And
seize
each
transient
bliss
.
When
Cloe
tunes
her
liquid
voice
,
Or
tries
soft
music's
art
,
By
thee
the
sounds
melodious
pierce
,
Like
lightning
,
to
the
heart
.
By
thee
the
poet's
charming
lays
Our
various
passions
move
,
Now
fire
the
soul
with
rage
,
or
melt
To
pity
,
or
to
love
.
By
thee
the
scientific
page
The
scholar's
eye
delights
,
By
thee
he
shares
the
feast
of
wit
,
Or
wit
himself
indites
.
With
thee
we
taste
the
joys
of
wine
,
Of
friendship
,
and
of
love
,
When
thou
art
gone
we
lonely
pine
,
Or
melancholic
rove
.