Classic Poem

Whether the lovely Zara! in the tomb
By furious Jealousy untimely laid,
Now charm thy soul; or Isabella's shade
Sped in soft numbers, or the magic bloom
Of sweet Armida's bow'rs, that breathe perfume;
Or, stol'n by Ferra u , the cloyster'd maid,
Whose wrongs Montalban's pleasant knight repaid
By no unjust, yet ah! too cruel doom:
Or whether on a cliff's dark side reclin'd,
And list'ning to the water's sullen roar,
Sad Abbadona melt thy serious mind;
Or Troy's brave Guardian, breathless on the shore,
Or hapless Dido; these awhile resign'd,
O charm us, H, with thy own sweet lore.