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And then at length her tears in freedom gush'd,
Big—bright—and fast, unknown to her they fell;
But still her lips refus'd to send—" Farewell:"
or in that word—that fatal word—howe'er
We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.
Byron.
Big—bright—and fast, unknown to her they fell;
But still her lips refus'd to send—" Farewell:"
or in that word—that fatal word—howe'er
We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair.
Byron.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land !
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned.
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned.
From wandering on a foreign strand.
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth, as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly-dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung
Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.
Scott.
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth, as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly-dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung
Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.
Scott.
Affectation naturally counterfeits those excellencies which are placed at the greatest distance from possibility of attainment, because, knowing our own defects we eagerly endeavour to supply them with artificial excellence. Johnson.
