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You mount, and nature with you sings.
To upland airy shades you go,
And teach pleased echo to complain
Sweeter ev'ry sweet perfume;
Base, ungrateful, fickle, vain.
To your sybil grot repair;
Tell how storms deform the skies,
The bournless microcosm's thine.
And disappointment seems entail'd;
And thus she said, or seem'd to say;
In shades, a med'cine for a troubled mind:
'Twould jar the concord of his general pian.
Fool, dost thou think he'd revel on the store,
A sense of kindred, country, man impress’d.
And well deserve inquiry's serious care,
The use, the pleasure, will the toil repay.
Your life, your knowledge, to mankind you owe
And freedom, Britain, still belongs to thee.
Is the reward of worth a song, or crown?
Skill must conduct the vessel through the wave. 14 Sidney, what good men envies not thy blow?
Who would not wish Anytus*--for a foe? latrepid virtue triumphs over fate;
* One of the accusers of Socrates.
The good can never be unfortunate.
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3. Haman; or the misery of pride
7. The journey of a day; a picture of human life
9. On the beauties of the Psalms