{"id":606,"date":"2010-07-20T16:35:30","date_gmt":"2010-07-20T16:35:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=606"},"modified":"2010-07-20T16:35:30","modified_gmt":"2010-07-20T16:35:30","slug":"farewell-to-the-muse-by-sir-walter-scott","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/farewell-to-the-muse-by-sir-walter-scott\/","title":{"rendered":"Farewell to the Muse by Sir Walter Scott"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Sir Walter Scott???( 1771 ? 1832)<\/p>\n

Farewell to the Muse<\/h2>\n

?by Sir Walter Scott<\/em>?<\/p>\n

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\n? Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy’d me,
\nAt the close of the evening through woodlands to roam,
\nWhere the forester, ‘lated, with wonder espied me
\nExplore the wild scenes he was quitting for home.
\nFarewell and take with thee thy numbers wild speaking
\nThe language alternate of rapture and woe:
\nOh! none but some lover, whose heartstrings are breaking
\nThe pang that I feel at our parting can know.<\/p>\n

Each joy thou couldst double, and when there came sorrow,
\nOr pale disappointment to darken my way,
\nWhat voice was like thine, that could sing of tomorrow,
\nTill forgot in the strain was the grief of today!
\nBut when friends drop around us in life’s weary waning,
\nThe grief, Queen of Numbers, thou canst not assuage;
\nNor the gradual estrangement of those yet remaining,
\nThe languor of pain, and the chillness of age.<\/p>\n

‘Twas thou that once taught me, accents bewailing,
\nTo sing how a warrior I lay stretch’d on the plain,
\nAnd a maiden hung o’er him with aid unavailing,
\nAnd held to his lips the cold goblet in vain ;
\nAs vain thy enchantments, O Queen of wild Numbers
\nTo a bard when the reign of his fancy is o’er,
\nAnd the quick pulse of feeling in apathy slumbers?
\nFarewell, then, Enchantress I’ll meet thee no more!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

? Sir Walter Scott???( 1771 ? 1832) Farewell to the Muse ?by Sir Walter Scott? ? ?? ? ? Enchantress, farewell, who so oft hast decoy’d me, At the close of the evening through woodlands to roam, Where the forester, ‘lated, with wonder espied me Explore the wild scenes he was quitting for home. Farewell…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-606","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1700s","category-1800s"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t