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Ne tamen Ambitio risu male læta maligno

Sortemve, aut lusus, aut rude temnat opus ! Nec fronte excipiat ventofa Superbia torvâ

Pauperis annales, historiasque breves !

Et generis jactatus honos, dominatio regum,

Quicquid opes, quicquid forma dedere boni, Supremam fimul hanc expectant omnia noctem :

Scilicet ad lethum ducit honoris iter.

Nolite hos humiles culpæ infimulare, Superbi,

Quod domini oftendant nulla trophæa decus, Quà canit amiffum longo ordine turba patronum,

Clarosque ingeminant claustra profunda sonos.

An vanis inscripta notis anguftior urna,

Phidiacumve loquens nobile marmor opus,
An revocent animam fatali a fede fugacem ?

Detque iterum vitâ poffe priore frui ?
Poflit adulantum fermo penetrare sepulchrum?

Evocet aut manes laus et inanis honor ?

VOL. II.

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Forsan

Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire : Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to extasy the living lyre.

But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill penury repress’d their noble

rage, And froze the genial current of the soul,

Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a fower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withftood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

Th'

Forsan in hoc, olim divino femine prægnans

Ingenii, hoc aliquis cespite dormit adhuc.
Neglecto hoc forsan jaceat sub cespite, sceptra

Cujus tractârint imperiosa manus.
Vel quales ipfo forsan vel Apolline dignæ

Pulsârint docto pollice fila lyræ.

Doctrinæ horum oculis antiqua volumina priscæ

Nunquam divitias explicuere suas..
Horum autem ingenium torpescere fecit egestas

Aspera, & anguftæ fors inimica domi.

Multa fub oceano pellucida gemma latescit,

Et rudis ignotum fert & inane decus. Plurima neglectos fragrans rosa pandit odores,

Ponit & occiduo pendula sole caput.

Æmulus Hamdeni hic aliquis requiescat agrestis,

Quem patriæ indignans exstimulavit amor; A usus hic exiguo eft villæ oppugnare tyranno,

Asserere et forti jura paterna manu. Aut mutus forsan, fatoque inglorius alter

Hac vel Miltono par requiescat humo. Dormiat aut aliquis Cromuelli hic æmulus audax,

Qui patriam poterit vel jugulasse suam.

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Th' applause of liftning fenates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes,

Their lot forbad: nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin’d; Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,

The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect, Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd, Implores the pafling tribute of a sigh.

Their

Eloquio arrectum prompto mulcere senatum,

Exilii immoto pectore ferre minas, Divitias largâ in patriam diffundere dextrâ,

Historiam ex populi colligere ore suam,

Illorum vetuit sors improba,

nec tamen arcto Tantum ad virtutem limite clausit iter, Verum etiam & vitia ulterius tranfire vetabat,

Nec dedit his magnum poffe patrare scelus.. Hos vetuit temere per stragem invadere regnum,

Excipere et surdâ fupplicis aure preces.

Sentire ingenuum nec dedidicere ruborem,

Conscia suffufus quo notat ora pudor. Luxuriâ hi nunquam sese immersere superbâ,

Nec Mufæ his laudes prostituere fuas.

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At placide illorum, procul a certamine turbæ

Spectabant propriam sobria vota domum ; Quisque sibi vivens, & sponte inglorius exul,.

Dum tacito elabens vita tenore fluit,

Hæc tamen a damno qui fervet tutius ossa,

En tumulus fragilem præbet amicus opem !
Et vera agresti eliciunt suspiria corde
Iucultæ effigies, indocilesque modi.

Atque

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