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O You! whom Vanity's light bark conveys On Fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high! Who pants for glo
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O You! whom Vanity's light bark conveys On Fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or borne too high! Who pants for glo
——He was a fell despightful Fiend: Hell holds none worse in baleful bower below: By pride, and wit, and rage, and ranco…
Great Heaven! How frail thy creature Man is made! How by himself insensibly betrayed! In our own strength unhappily sec…
Oh! could I worship aught beneath the skies That earth hath seen or fancy could devise, Thine altar, sacred Liberty, sh…
Tell us, ye Dead, will none of you in pity To those you left behind disclose the secret? O! That some courteous Ghost w…
The crickets sing, and Man's o'er-laboured sense Repairs itself by rest: Our Tarquin thus Did softly press th…
——Ah! how dark These long-extended realms and rueful wastes; Where nought but silence reigns, and night, dark night, Da…
While in each other's arms entranced They lay, They blessed the night, and curst the coming day. Lee.…
Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the Earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold! Thou hast no speculati…
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