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False are our words, and fickle is our mind:
Nor in Love's ritual can we ever find }
Vows made to last, or promises to bind.
By nature prompted, and for enlpire made,
Alike by strength or cunning we invade :
When, arm'd withrage, we marchagainstthefoe,
We lift the battlé-ax, and draw the bow:
When, fir'd with passion, we attack the fair,
IDelusive sighs and britttle vows we bear :
Our falsehood and our arms have equal use;
As they our conquest or delight produce.
The foolish heart thou gav'st, again receive,
The only boon departing love can give.
To be less wretched, be no longer true;[sue?
Whatstrives to fly thee why shouldst thou pur-
Forget thy present flame, indulge anew.
Single the loveliest of the am’rous youth;
Ask for his vow ; but hope not for his truth.
The next man (and the next thou shalt believe)
Will pawn his gods, intending to deceive; ;
Willkneel,implore, persist,o'ercome,andleave.
Hence let thy §.aim his arrows right:
Be wise and false, shun trouble, seek delight;
Change thou the first,nor wait thylover'sflight.
Why shouldst thou weep? let Nature judge
our case;
I saw thee young and fair; pursu'd the chace
Of youth and beauty: Lasother saw
Fairer and younger: yielding to the law
Of our all-ruling mother, I pursued
More youth, more beauty: blest vicissitude 1
My active heart still keeps its pristine flame;
The object alter'd, the desire the same.
Thisyounger fairer pleads her rightful charms;
With present power compels me to her arms.
And much I fear from my subjected mind
(If beauty's force to constant love can bind),
That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid
Shall sweep the fury of my love decay'd;
And weeping follow me, as thou dost now,
With idle clamors of a broken vow.
Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err
So wide, to hope that thou mayst live with her
Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows:
Cupid averse rejects divided vows:
Then from thy foolish heart, vain maid, removem
An useless sorrow, and an ill-starr'd love; !
And leave me with the fair at large in woods
to rowe. J
Are we in life through one great error led
Is each manpurjur'd and each nymph betray'd?
Of the superior sex art thou the worst
Am I of mine the most completely curst
Yet let me go with thee; and going prove,
From what I will endure, how much I love.
This potent beauty, this triumphant fair,
This happy object of our diff'rent care,
Her let me #. her let me attend,
A servant (she may scorn the name of friend):
What she demands, incessant I'll prepare :
I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plaither hair:
My busy diligence shall deck her board
(For there at least I may approach my lord);

And, when her Henry's soster hours advise
His servant's absence, with dejected eyes ;
Far I'll recede, and sighs forbid to rise.
Yet, when increasing grief brings slow disease;
And ebbing life, on terms severe as these,
Will have its little lamp no longer sed;
When Henry's mistress shows him Emma dead;
Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect;
With virgin honors let my hearse be deck'd,
And decent emblem; and at least pursuade
This happy nymph, that Emma may be laid
Where thou, dear author of my death, whereshe,
With frequent eye my sepulchre may see.
The nymph amidst her joys may happly breathe
One pious sigh, reflecting on my death,
And the sad fate which she may one day prove,
Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love.
And thou, forsworn, thou cruel, as thou art, .
If Emma's image ever touch'd thy heart; [tear
Thou sure must give one thought and drop one
To her, whom love abandon'd to despair;
To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone
Bid it in lasting characters be known, }
That, of mankind, she lov’d but thee alone.

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Hear,solemn Jove! and,conscious Venus,hear! Andthou,brightinaid, believeme, whilst I swear; No time, no change, no future flanne, shallmore The well-plac'd basis of my lasting love. O powerful virtue! O victorious fair! At least excuse a trial too severe: ; Receive the triumph, and forget the war. No banish'd man condemn'd in woods to rowe Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love: No perjur'd knight desires to quit thy arms, Fairest collection of thy sex's charms, Crown of my love, and honor of my youth! Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth, As thou may'st wish, shall all his life employ, And sound i. glory in his Emma's joy. In me behold the potent Edgar's heir, Illustrious earl : him terrible in war Let Loyre confess; for she has felt his sword And trembling fled before the British lord. Him great in peace and wealth fair Devaknows; For she amidst his spacious meadows flows; Inclines her urn upon his fatten’d lands; And sees his numerous herd imprint her sands. Andthou,myfair,mydove,shaltraisethythought To greatness next to empire; shalt be brought With solemn pomp to my paternal seat; Where peace and plenty on thy wordshall wait. Music and song o wake the marriage-day: And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay, Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way. 'riendship shall still thy evening feasts adom: And blooming peace shall ever bless thy mom. Succeeding years their happy race shall run; And Age unheeded by delight come on ; While yet superior Love shall mock his pow'r, And o, old Time shall turn the fated hour, Which only can our well-tied knot unfold: What rests of both, one sepulchre shall hold. Hence

Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast (That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest), Yedoubtsand fears, and all that know to move Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love { Scatter'd bywindsrecede,andwildinforestsrove.


0 day the fairest sure that ever rose ! Period and end of anxious Edward's woes! Sire of her joy, and source of her delight; 0 wing'd with pleasure take thy happy flight, And give each future morn a tincture of thy


Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love!
Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Will be ever . and just, and good?
And is there then no mistress in the wood?
None, none, there is, the thought was rash and
A false idea, and a fancied pain. [vain;
Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart,
And anxious jealousy's corroding smart;
No other inmate shall inhabit there,
But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care.

Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow,

And sheds her treasure with unwearied hands;
lf she reclaims the temporary boon,
And unconcern'd return the goods she lent.
Friendship's great laws, and love's superior
I must my blessings or my sorrows date:
(Which from the world my careful soul shall
With power invested, and with pleasure cheer'd;
Which human vows atsmoking shrines implore;
And at my death to bless thy kindness shown
Joyful above them and around them play'd
They tumbledall their littlequivers o'er, sbow'd:
To strike (however rarely) constant hearts,

And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate
These lovers' constancy, should share their fate.
The queen of beauty stopp'd herbridled doves;
Approv'd the little labor of the Loves;
Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear;
And to the triumph call'd the god of war: ;
Soon as she calls, the god is always near.
Now, Mars, she said, let Fame exalt her voice;
Nor let thy conquests only be her choice:
But when she sings great Edward from the field
Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught
to yield; -
And when, as prudent Saturn shall complete
The years design'd to perfect Britain's state,
Theswift-wing'dpow'rshalltakeher trumpagain,
To sing her favorite Anna's wondrous reign;
To recollect unwearied Marlbro's toils,
Old Rufus' hall unequal to his spoils;
The British soldier from his high command
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish’d by his
Let her at least perform what I desire, [hand:
With second breath the vocal brass inspire,
And tell the nations, in no vulgar strain,
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain.
And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past;
And when thy laurels at my feet are cast;
Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry prove .
And Emma-like, let me return thy lové.
nown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear;
And constant beauty shall reward their care.
Mars smil'd, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity
Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky;
And thou, she smiling said, great god of days
And verse, behold my deed, and sing my praise;
As on the British earth, my favorite islé,
Thy gentle rays and kindest influence smile,
Thro' all her laughing fields and verdant groves,
Proclaim with joy those memorable loves:
From every annual course let one great day
To celebrated sports and floral play
Be set aside; and, in the softest lays
o thy poetic sons, be solemn praise,
And everlasting marks of honor paid
To the true Lover, and the Nut-brown Maid.
§ 142. An Heroic Epistle to Sir William Cham-
ters, Knight, Comptroller General of his Ma-
jesty's JForks. and Author of a late Disser-
tation on Oriental Gardening. Enriched with
Erplanatory Notes, chiefly extracted from
that elaborate Performance. A NoN.
Non omnes arbusta juvant humilesque myricae.
Knight of the Polar Star! by Fortune plac'd,
To shine the Cynosure" of British taste;
Whose orb colsects in one refulgent view
The scatter'd glories of Chinese Virtù ;
And spreads their lustre in so broad a blaze,
That ingsthensclvesaredazzled, whilethey gazel
O let the Muse attend thy march sublinic,
And, with thy prose, caparison her rhyme;

And Fortune's various ol. io blow.
ls at Iny feet the suppliant goddess stands,
Her present favor cautious I 'll embrace;
And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace:
And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone;
Secure of mind l 'll obviate her intent,
Nor happiness can I, nor misery feel,
From any turn of her fantastic wheel: [pow'rs,
Must mark the color of my future hours.
From the events which thy commands ...?
And H. will must dictate Emma's fate.
Yet while with close delight and inward pride
I sce thee, lord and end of my desire, [hide)
Exalted high as virtue can require;
Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd;
Loaded and blest with all the affluent store
Grateful and humble grant me to employ
My life subserviewt only to thy joy;
Taher,who of mankind could lovebut thee alone.
WHILE thus the constant pair alternate said,
Angels and sportive Loves, a numerous crowd;
Smiling they clapp'd their wings and low they
To choose propitious shafts; a precious store,
That, when their god should take his future darts,
His happy skill might proper arms employ

* Cynosure, an affected phrase; Cynosure is a Constellation of Ursa Minor, or the Lesser Bear,

the next star to the Pole.

r. Newton on the word in Milton,


Teach her, like ther, to gild her splendid song
With scenes of Yven-Ming," and sayings of
Li-Tsong it - -
Like thee to scorn Dame Nature's simple fence;
Leap each ha ha of truth and common sense;
And, proudly rising in her bold career,
Demand attention from the gracious ear
Of him, whom we and all the word admit
Patron supreme of science, taste, and wit.
Does Envy doubt? Witness, ye chosen train
Who breathe the swects of his Saturnian reign;
Witness ye Holls, ye Jonsons, Scots, Sobb's,
Hark to my call, for some of you have ears.
Let D**d H*c, from the remotest North,
In see-saw sceptic scruples hint his worth ;
D" "d, who there supinely deigns to lye
The fattest Hog of Epicurus' stye :
Tho' drunk with Gallic wine, and Gallic praise,
**d shall bless old England's halcyon |.
'he mighty Home, bemir'd in prosé so long,
Again shall stalk upon the stilts of song:
While bold Mac-Ossian, wont in Ghosts to deal,
isids candid Smollet from his coffin steal;
Bids Mallock quit his sweet Elysian rest,
Sunk in his St. John's philosophic breast,
And, like old Orpheus, make some strong effort
To come from hell and warble truth at Court.t
There was a time, “in Esher's peaceful grove,
“When Kent and Nature vy'd for Pelham's
- -- love,” -
That Pope beheld them with auspicious smile,
And own'd that Beauty bless'd their mutual toil.
Mistaken Bard could such a pair design

IIadst thou been born in this enlighten'd day,
Felt, as we feel, Taste's oriental ray,
Thy satire sure had given them both a stab,
Call'd Kent a 1)riveller, and the Nymph a Drab.
For what is Nature Ring her changes round,
Her three flatnotes are water, plants, and ground;
Prolong the peal, yet spite of all your clauer,
Thetediouschimeisstillground, plants,andwater.3
So, when some John his dull invention racks,
To rival Hoodle's dinners, or Ahnack's;
Three uncouth legs of mutton shock our eyes,
Three roasted geese, three butter'd apple pies.
Come then, prolific art, and with thee bring
The charms that rise from thy exhaustless spring;
To Richmond come, for see untutor’d Brown
l)estroys those wonders which were once o:
Lo, from his melon-ground the peasant slave
Has rudely rush'd, and levell'd Merlin's Cave;
Knock'd down the waxenWizard, seis'd hiswand,
Transform'd to lawn what late was Fairy land;
And marr'd, with impious hand, each sweet de-
Ofstephen Duck and good Queen Caroline. [sign
Haste, bid yon livelong Terrace re-ascend,
Re-place each vista, straighten every bend;
Shut out the Thames, shall that ignoble thing
Approach the presence of great Ocean's King?
No let Barbaric glories || feast his eyes,
August Pagodas round his palace rise,
And finish'd Richmond open to his view,
“A work to wonder at, perhaps a Kew.”
Nor rest we here, but, at our magic call,
Monkies shallclimbour trees, and lizardscrawl;"
Huge dogs of Tibit bark in yonder grove,

Scenes fit to live in thy immortal line :

* One of the Imperial gardens at Pekin.

Here parrots prate, there cats make cruel love ;

f : Many trees, shrubs, and flowers, sayeth Li-Tsong, a Chinese author of great antiquity, “thrive

best in low, moist situations; many on hills and mountains; some require a rich soil; but others will grow on clay, in sand, or even upon rocks, and in the water : to some a sunny exposition is necessary : but for others the shade is preferable. There are plants which thrive best in exposed situations, but in general shelter is requisite. The skilful gardener, to whom study and experience have taught qualities, carefully attends to them in his operations, knowing that thereon depend the health and growth of his plants, and cons, quently the beauty of his plantations.” Vide Diss. P. , 77. The reader, I presume, will readily allow, that he never met with so much recondite truth, as this antient ChiIncse here exhibits. # Vide (if it be extant) a poem under this title, for which (or for the publication of Lord Baling. broke's philosophical writings) the person here mentioned received a considerable pension in the time of Lord B---t's administration. § This is the great and fundamental axiom, on which oriental taste is founded. It is therefore expressed here with the greatest precision, and in the identical phrase of the great original. The figurative terms, and even the explanatory simile, are entirely borrowed from Sir William's Dissertation. “Nture (says the Chinese, or Sir William for him) "...i. us but few materials to work with. Plants, ground, and water, are her only productions; and, though both the forms and arrangements of these may be varied to an incredible degree, yet they have but few striking varieties, the rest being of the nature of changes rung upon bells, which, though in reality different, still produce the same uniform kind of jingling ; the variation being too minute to be easily perceived.”---"Art must therefore o thr scantiness of Nature,” &c. &c. page 14. And again, “Our larger works are only a repetition of h small ones, like the honest Bachelor's feist, which consisted in nothing but a multiplication of his own dinner; three legs of mutton and turnins, three ousted geese, and three luttered apple pits.” Preface, page 7. | So Milton “Where the gorgeous east with richest hand Showers on kings Barbaric pearl and gold.” * “In their lofty woods serpents and lizards of many beautiful sorts crawl upon the ground. Innumerable monkeys, oats, and parrots clamber upon the trees.” Page 40. “In their lakes are many islands, some small, some large, among which are seen stalking along, the elephant, the rhinoceros, the dromedary, ostrich, and the giant baboon.” Page 66. They keep, in their enchanted scenes, a surprising variety of monstrous birds, reptiles, and animals, which are tamed by it, and guarded by enormous dogs of Tibet, and African giants, in the habits of magicians." Page 43 “Sometimes in this re- abor.c

In sounc fair island will we turn to grass
(With the Queen's leave) her elephant and ass.
Giants from Africa shall guard the glades,[maids;
Where hiss our snakes, where sport our Tartar
4)r, wanting these, from Charlotte‘Hayes we
12-msels alike adroit to sport and sting. . [bring
Now, to our lawns of dalliance and delight
Join we the groves of horror and affright:
This to achieve no foreign aids we try;
Thy gibbets, Bagshot": shall our wants supply;
Hounslow whose heath sublimer terrors fills,
Shall with her gibbets lend her powder-mills.
Here, too, O King of Vengeance t, in thy fane,
Tremendous Wilkes shall rattle his gold chain: ;
And round that fame, on many a Tyburn tree,
Hang fragments dire of New.gate-history;
On this shall Hollod's dying speech be read,
Here B–te's confession, and his wooden head;
\\ hile all the minor plunderers of the age,
(Too numerous far for this contracted page)
The Rogy”ys, sš, Mungos, B*ds" ws there,
In straw-stuft effigy, shali kick the air.
But, say ye powers, who come when fancy calls,
Where shall our mimic London rear her walls||7
The Eastern feature, Art must next produce :
Tho' not for present yet for future use,
Our sons some slave of greatness may behold,
Cast in the genuine Asiatic mould :
Who of three realms shall condescend to know
No more than he can spy from Windsor'sbrow,

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mantic excursion, the passenger finds himself in extensive recesses, surrounded with arbors of jessamine, vine, and roses: where beauteous Tartureau damsels, in loose transparent robes that flutter in the air, present him with rich wines, &c. and invite him to taste the sweets of retirement on Persian carpets, and beds of Camusakin down.” * “Their scenes of terror are composed of gloomy woods, &c. Giblicts, crosses, wheels, and the whole apparatus of torture are seen from the roads. Here too they conceal in cavities, on the summits of the highest mountains, foundries, lime-kilns, and glass-works, which send forth large volumes of flame, and continued columns of thick smoke, that give to these mountains the appearance of volcano.” Page 37. “Here the passenger from time to time is surprised with repeated shocks of electrical impulse; the earth trembles under by the power of confined air,” &c., Page 39. Now to produce both these effects, viz. the appearance of volcanos and earthquakes, we have here submitted the occasional explosion of a powder-mill, which (if there be not too much simplicity in the contrivance) it is apprehended will at once answer all the purposes of lime-kilns and electrical machines, and imitate thunder and the erplosion of canon into the bargain. Vide. Page 40. + “In the most dismal recesses of the woods, are temples dedicated to the King of Wengeance, near. which are placed pillars of stone, with pathetic descriptions of tragical events; and many acts of cruelty perpetrated thcre by outlaws and robbers.” Page 37. # This was written when Mr. Wilkes was Sheriff of London, and when it was to be feared he would rattle his chain a year longer as Lord Mayor. § Martins. The asterisms will be easily supplied. | “There is likewise in the same garden, viz. Yven-Ming Yven, near Pekin, a fortified torn, with its ports, streets, public squares, temples, markets, shops, and tribunals of justice; in short, with every thing that is at Pekin, only on a smaller scale. In this town the Emperors of China, who are too much the slaves of their greatness to appear in public, and their women, who are secluded from it by custom, are frequently diverted with the hurry and bustle of the capital which is here represented, several times of i. year, by the eunuchs of the palace.” Page 32. * Sir William's enormous account of Chinese bridges, too long to be here inserted. Vide page 58. ** “Some of these eunuchs personate porters.” Page 32. ++ “Fruits and all sorts of refreshments are cried about the streets in this mock city.” it “Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek." Milton. §§ “Neither are thieves, pickpockets, and sharpers forgot in these festivals; that noble profession usually allotted to a good number of the most dextrous!" Wide ibid. || || “The watch seises on the culprit.” vide ibid. ** “He is conveyed before the judge, and sometimes severely bastinadoed.” Ibid. *** “Quarrels happen — battles ensue.” Ibid. - +++ “ Fvery liberty is permitted, there is no distinction of persons.” Ibid. #: “This is done to divert his imperial Majesty, and the ladies of his o Vide ibid. B - IIl C

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Be these the rural pastines that attend Great B"nsw"k's leisure: these shall best unbend His royal mind, whene'er, from state withdrawn, He treads the velvet of his Richmond lawn ; These shali prolong his Asiatic dream, Tho' Europe's balance trembles on its beam. And thou, Sir William while thy plastic hand Creates each wonder, which thy Bardhas plann'd; While, as thy art commands, obsequious rise Whate'er can please, or frighten, or surprise, () let that Bard his Knight's protection claim, And share, like faithful Sancho, Quixote's fame.

§ 143. Pleasures of Memory: a Poem. By SAMUEL Rogers, Esq. Town by yon hazel copse, at evening blaz'd The Gipsy's faggot—there we stood and gaz'd; Gaz'd on her sun-burnt face with silent awe, Her tatter'd mantle, and her hood of straw; Her moving lips, her caldron brimming o'er; The drowsy brood that on her back she bore, Imps, in the barn with mousing owlet bred, From rifled roost at nightly revel fed : Whose dark eyes flash'd thro' locks of blackest shade, When in the breeze the distant watch-dog bay'd: And heroes tied the Sybil's mutter'd call, Whose elfin prowess scal'd the orchard-wall. As o'er my palm the silver piece she drew, And trac'd the line of life with searching view, How throbb'd my fluttering pulse with hopes and fears, To leara the color of my future years! Ah, then, what honest triumph flush'd my breast! This truth once known—To bless is to be blest! We led the bending beggar on his way; (Bare with his feet, his tresses silver grey) Sooth'd the keen pangs his aged spirit felt, And on his tale with mute attentiou dwelt. As in his scrip we dropt our little store, And wept to think that little was no more, He breath'd his pray'r; “Long may such good“ mess live!” 'Twas all he gave, ’twas all he had to give. But hark thro' those old firs, with sullen - swell [well The church-clock strikes! ye tender scenes fareIt calls me hence, brneath their shade to trace The few fond lines that Time may soon efface. Onyon oraystone that fronts the chancel-door. Worn sinooth by busy feet now seen no more, Fac eve we shot the nearble thro' the ring, Wh n the heart danc'd, and life was in its spring: Alas! unconscious of the kindred earth, That faintly echoed to the voice of mirth.

§ 144. From the Same. OFT has the aged tenant of the vale H.eam'd on his staff to lengthen out the tale: . Of have his ips the grateful tribute breath'd, From sire to son with pious zeal bequeath d. When o'er the blasted heath the day declin'd, And on the scath'd oak warr'd the winter wind:

| With that mute eloquence whic

When not a distant taper's twinkling ray
Gleam'd o'er the furze to light him on his way:
When not a sheep-bell sooth'd his listening ear,
And the big rain-drops told the tempest near;
Then did his horse the homeward track descry
The track that shunn'd his sad inquiring eye;
And win each wavering purpose to relent,
With warmth so mild, so gently violent,
That his charm'd hand the careless rein resign'd,
And doubts and terrors vanish'd from his mind.
Recall the traveller, whose alter'd form
Has borne the buffet of the mountain storm;
And who will first his fond impatience meet?
His faithful dog's already at his feet !
Yes, tho' the porter spurn him from his door,
Tho' all, that knew him, know his face no lost,
His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each,
f passes speech.
And see, the master but returns to die!
Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly?
The blasts of heaven, the drenching dewsofarth,
The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth;
These, when to guard misfortune's sacred grant,
Will firm Fidelity exult to brave.
Led by what . transports the timid dove
The wreaths of conquest, or the vows of love?
Saythro'the clouds what compass pointsherfight:
Monarchs have gaz'd, and nations blest thesizht.
Pile rocks on rocks, bid woods and mountainstis,
Eclipse her native shades, her native skies;–
'Tis vain! thro' ether's pathless wilds she goes,
And lights at last where all her cares repose.
Sweet bird! thy truth shall Harlem's wo
And unborn ages consecrate thy nest. [attes,
When with the silent energy o:
With looks that ask'd, yet dar'd not hope relief,
Want, with her babes, round generous valor
To wring the slow surrender from his tongue,
'Twas thine to animate her closing eye:
Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die,
Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcom'dJ
from the sky. -

§ 145. From the Same.

W H F x the blithe son of Savoy, roving round
With humble wares and pipe of merry sound,
From his green vale and shelter'd cabin hies,
And scales the Alps to visit foreign skies;
Tho' far below the forked lightnings play,
And at his sect the thunder dies away,
Oft, in the saddle rudely rock'd to sleep,
While his mule browses on the dizzy sleep,
With memory's aid, he sits at home, and sees
His children sport beneath their native trees,
And bends, to hear their cherub voices call,
O'er the loud fury of the torrent's fall.
But can her suile with gloomy Madness dwell
Say, can she chase the horrors of his cell?
Each fiery flight on phrenzy’s wing restrain,
And mould the coinage of the sever'd brain,
Pass but that grate, which scarce a gleamsupplies,
There in the dust the wreck of Genius lies'

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