Excerpt from Shakespeare: An Ode for the Tercentenary of Shakespeare's Birthday He whose sway Survives the proudest conqueror ever sought, The mighty monarch of the realms of thought! Three hundred years! Yet all left far behind The grasp, the compass of one master-mind! None to dispute - no rival near his throne The Fairy world of Fancy all his own; The fine creations of that wondrous brain, Unmatched in poet's theme or minstrel's strain And yet, familiar as the woodland flowers, Or fairy tale that cheered our childhood's hours; As mother-love, or passions that, at length, Grow with our growth and strengthen with our strength, Till they become of life and thought a part The intellectual breathings of the heart! About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.