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His was the thunder-his the avenging rod,
And here, oh! here, where yet all young and warm
But should there be to whom the fatal blight
whose sleepless eye Stands sentinelaccuser-judge-and spy, The foe-the fool-the jealous—and the vain, The envious who but breathe in others' pain, Behold the host! delighting to deprave, Who track the steps of Glory to the grave, Watch every fault that daring Genius owes Half to the ardour which its birth bestows, Distort the truth, accumulate the lie, And pile the Pyramid of calumny! These are his portion-but if join’d to these Gaunt Poverty should league with deep Disease, If the high Spirit must forget to soar, And stoop to strive with Misery at the door, To sooth Indignity-and face to face Meet sordid Rage-and wrestle with Disgrace, To find in Hope but the renew'd caress, The serpent-fold of further Faithlessness,– If such may be the Ills which men assail, What marvel if at last the mightiest fail ? Breasts to whom all the strength of feeling given Bear hearts electric-charged with fire from Heaven, Black with the rude collision, inly torn, By clouds surrounded, and on whirlwinds borne, Driven o'er the lowering Atmosphere that nurst Thoughts which have turn'd to thunder-scorch
and burst. But far from us and from our mimic scene Such things should be if such have ever been ;:
Ours be the gentler wish, the kinder task,
MONODY ON THE DEATH OF SHERIDAN.
Note 1, page 52, line 27. When the loud cry.of trampled Hindostan. See Fox, Burke, and Pitt's eulogy on Mr. Sheridan's speech on the charges exhibited against Mr. Hastings in the House of Commons. Mr. Pitt entreated the House to adjourn, to give time for a calmer consideration of the question than could then occur after the immediate effect of that oration.
Note 2, page 55, line 7.