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    Though some grave bishops , fond of dull repose , Without a dream of Learning ' s friends or foes , 60 Enjoy their table , or from thence withdrawn , Sink in soft slumber on their sleeves of lawn ; Though one fierce pedant , proud of ancient rule , Rashly mistook a senate for a school ,

    Till angry nobles bid his fury cease , 65 And lashed the fiery pedagogue to peace ; ( ° ) We boast a Shipley , who with taste refined Enjoys that richest treasure , wealth of mind ; Intent to pen , in Leisure's learned hour , His just Philippic on oppressive power , 70 Or teach thy flowers , Simplicity , to bloom

    With Attic sweetness o ' er an English tomb . ( ) Nor you with honour can we foil to name , Law ! generous guardian * of that sage ' s fame , * Who made mild government with faith agree , 75 And " stripped intolerance of every plea . " Nor dignity corrupts , nor time subdues ...

    Your spirit , glowing with the noblest views ; While your keen eyes , undimmed by age , explore The utmost depths of metaphysic lore , ( ) 80 Still guard his fame , whose genius you enjoy , And the dark sophist ' s baleful web destroy , That seeks to shroud , with subtle falsehood spun , The praise of Freedom ' s scientific Son !

    O Lowth 1 ( ) we saw thy radiant name on high , 85 Amid the purest lights of Learning ' s sky ; And long , if true to Freedom ' s guiding voice , Long in that splendour shall that sphere rejoice ; One passing vapour shall dissolve away , And leave thy glory's unobstructed ray . 90

    But while on Fame ' s high precipice you stand , Be nobly firm ! nor bend the virtuous hand , Filled with rich sweets from Freedom ' s flowery mead , To pluck Servility's oblivious weed ! High in the Court ' s rank soil that creeper winds , 95 And oft with dark embrace the Crosier binds ;

    While squeezed from thence the subtle prelate flings Its luscious poison in the ear of Kings . Nor spread in courts alone these noxious leaves ; My Lord , as largely as he . pays , receives , 100 And supple chaplains to a prelate bring A dose as rich as what he gives a King .

    Such sycophants ( could such to thee belong ) Might vent their venom on this friendly song ; " Shame on the wretch ( these flatterers would exclaim ) 105 Who dares one accent of your voice to blame , But fearing with your foes his name to blend , Yet more abusive , calls himself your friend . "

    • See the preface to the new edition of Locke , by the Bishop of Carlisle .

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    620 Hay ley ' s Elegy on the Ancient Greek Model

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1829, page 620, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2576/page/20/