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Page 12 - Yet hope not life from grief or danger free, Nor think the doom of man revers'd for thee : Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from Letters, to be wise ; There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the gaol. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust. If dreams yet flatter, once again attend, Hear Lydiat's life, and Galileo's end.
Page 14 - Condemn'da needy supplicant to wait, While ladies interpose, and slaves debate. But did not Chance at length her error mend? Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground? His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Page 13 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait : Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost : He comes : nor want nor cold his course delay.
Page 6 - LET observation, with extensive view, Survey mankind, from China to Peru ; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life...
Page 29 - Yet e'en these heroes, mischievously gay, Lords of the street, and terrors of the way; Flush'd as they are with folly, youth, and wine, Their prudent insults to the poor confine ; Afar they mark the flambeau's bright approach, And shun the shining train and golden coach.
Page 18 - Where then shall hope and fear their objects find ? Must dull suspense corrupt the stagnant mind ? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate...
Page 27 - Has heaven reserv'd, in pity to the poor, No pathless waste, or undiscover'd shore; No secret island in the boundless main? No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by SPAIN? Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore, And bear oppression's insolence no more.
Page 18 - Implore his aid ; in his decisions rest Secure; whate'er he gives, he gives the best...
Page 21 - Here malice, rapine, accident, conspire, And now a rabble rages, now a fire; Their ambush here relentless ruffians lay, And here the fell attorney prowls for prey; Here falling houses thunder on your head, And here a female atheist talks you dead.