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Madness, An Elegy:
Where peaceful virtues in celestial train The circling moon with brightest crescent thrones ; Silvers the gorhic tow'r and sacred fane , The mould'ring fragments , and the moss-clad stones There where the cypress and the mournful pine Join in the breezy dirges of the night , An altar rais'd , and Melancholy mine ,
I'll taste her ev ' ry pensive sad delight . My theme the herald of no war ' s alarms , Of grandeur , pow'r , of honour , or of fame , Of mansions lost to all their former charms , Mingled with dust , and found but by a name . More arduous far the Muse's task's assign'd , Thy aidMelpomeneher wishes crave
, , , While she reviews the ruins of the mind , Poor reason buried in the body ' s grave . O , reason 1 star that lights this busy soul ; To govern human passion kindly given ; Our faith , " our ' joys , our sorrows to controul ; Thou brightest mirror of reflected heav ' n ! Blest taper ! lighting to religion ' s throne
, Ah , what were man without thy potent sway ? Jlis hopes how frqil , how little had he known Without thy strong and unerroneous ray ! Poor insects had we been in nature ' s scale , Consign'd to dulness , levell'd with the brute ; The wanton sport of folly ' s vicious gale , Of wisdom ' s tree precluded from the fruit .
Reason depos'd , how art thou sunk , O man ! Hoodwink'd thy mind , ah , where is then thy boast ? Confns'dly restless , and without a plan ,-Dissolv ed in doubt , and to reflection lost .
So yon * fair seat of elegance and taste , Which spread its charms to admiration ' s eye . At once behold a desolated waste , A . iid low in dust its splendid honours lie . Worst Pandemomium of the lucid mind 1 Tremendous Madness I who ' s exempt from thee The weak , the -.. trong , the brave , thy shackles bind .
And victims fall to thy severe decree . How vast thy havock o ' er the human form ! O ' er beauty , mem ' ry , excellence , and sense , Perfections save not from thy ruthless storm , And wit and learning raise a feeble fence . How shal ! the Muse thy varied woes recite , Thy wild ideas foster'd in the brain , That warm the cheated soul with fond delight , Or form huge phantoms of fictitious pain ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Madness, An Elegy:
Where peaceful virtues in celestial train The circling moon with brightest crescent thrones ; Silvers the gorhic tow'r and sacred fane , The mould'ring fragments , and the moss-clad stones There where the cypress and the mournful pine Join in the breezy dirges of the night , An altar rais'd , and Melancholy mine ,
I'll taste her ev ' ry pensive sad delight . My theme the herald of no war ' s alarms , Of grandeur , pow'r , of honour , or of fame , Of mansions lost to all their former charms , Mingled with dust , and found but by a name . More arduous far the Muse's task's assign'd , Thy aidMelpomeneher wishes crave
, , , While she reviews the ruins of the mind , Poor reason buried in the body ' s grave . O , reason 1 star that lights this busy soul ; To govern human passion kindly given ; Our faith , " our ' joys , our sorrows to controul ; Thou brightest mirror of reflected heav ' n ! Blest taper ! lighting to religion ' s throne
, Ah , what were man without thy potent sway ? Jlis hopes how frqil , how little had he known Without thy strong and unerroneous ray ! Poor insects had we been in nature ' s scale , Consign'd to dulness , levell'd with the brute ; The wanton sport of folly ' s vicious gale , Of wisdom ' s tree precluded from the fruit .
Reason depos'd , how art thou sunk , O man ! Hoodwink'd thy mind , ah , where is then thy boast ? Confns'dly restless , and without a plan ,-Dissolv ed in doubt , and to reflection lost .
So yon * fair seat of elegance and taste , Which spread its charms to admiration ' s eye . At once behold a desolated waste , A . iid low in dust its splendid honours lie . Worst Pandemomium of the lucid mind 1 Tremendous Madness I who ' s exempt from thee The weak , the -.. trong , the brave , thy shackles bind .
And victims fall to thy severe decree . How vast thy havock o ' er the human form ! O ' er beauty , mem ' ry , excellence , and sense , Perfections save not from thy ruthless storm , And wit and learning raise a feeble fence . How shal ! the Muse thy varied woes recite , Thy wild ideas foster'd in the brain , That warm the cheated soul with fond delight , Or form huge phantoms of fictitious pain ,