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No ! let that radiant Truth , whose power supreme Rewards her genuine bard with Glory ' s beam , 110 Search my free spirit , and pronounce it clear From meanness , spleen , malignity , or fear ! To ardent friendship I my numbfers owe ; Whate'er their failings , from that source they flow ; If weak , yet honest ; if presumptuous , true ; 115
Thy worth the motive , and thy fame the view ! The man whose writings pure delight dispense , Enchant my fancy , or enlarge my sense , Whose heavenly wisdom , mending human faults , Warms my chilled virtue , and iiiy soul exalts ; 120 Friend of my bosom I this man declare , And in my inmost heart the treasure wear , Bishop or clerk ! his fortune bright or blank ! Revered as noble whatsoe'er his rank !
His praise I echo with a fond acclaim , 125 Joy in his health , and triumph in his fame . With pure attachment , and with joy refined , I boast such friendship with thy lettered mind .
Whene ' er with deep delight and new regard We search thy comments on each Hebrew bard , 130 Where thy bold precepts to young minds impart The end and value of the poet ' s art , (*) Its powers ennobled by applause like thine , Yet more we idolize that art divine ;
* In that fair Virtue ' s living voice we hear , 135 In that behold her living form appear : With joy the justice of your wrath we own , When your mild spirit takes a sharper tone , When touched by Warburton ' s vindictive gall , It fires at Freedom ' s controversial call ; 140 From wounded Genius flows your splendid line , As from the trodden grape the sparkling wine :
Your hand , like Israel's unanointed king Launching the pebble from his certain sling , Strikes to the dust Presumption ' s mighty boast , 145 The proud Goliah of her critic host . ( ' ) Thus robed in honour of the richest dye , And viewed by Freedom with a parent's eye , From thee that goddess with amazement hears One note that sounds discordant in her ears ; 150
Wild sparkles flash from her astonished eyes , O save my faltering son ! ( she fondly cries ) ; Call his past glories to his sharpened sight , And let him learn from their collected light , My flowers , immortal , fear no winter ' s frown ; 155 While lost in darkness Adulation ' s down Flies like the gossamer , that whirlwinds bear , In sport contemptuous , through the waste of air .
? Vivas htc virtutis voces audimus , viv ^ am efflgiem cernimus . Lowth de Poetic * fine et utUitate .
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Hagley * s Elegy on the Ancient Greek Model . 621
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1829, page 621, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2576/page/21/
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