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Article THE FATE OF GENIUS. ← Page 4 of 5 →
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The Fate Of Genius.
" Hence ! hence . '" she cried , " all earthly good E ' en in desire is dead to me ; Lost , wildly lost , on the dark flood , Buried in passion ' s roaring sea .
¦ " Mine be the lot to wound the young , To crush each early cherish'd flower That from affection ' s soil hath sprung . Or blooms in Genius' lonely bower . " E ' en as slje spoke , athwart the dell
She saw two votaries advancing ; The first one ' s eyes still downward fell , The second ' s wildly round were glancing , 'Twas * * * who had turned the strings And sang to prejudice a lay ,
Till sicken'd Genius found her wings , Nor left one beam to guide his way . Young Liberty was his first theme Till gold bought his more venal lay ; The people ' s right was then a dream , A fatuus light , a moonbeam ray .
Scorn'd was his prostituted lyre , Though oft his hand since swept the strings ; A laureate slave , who sang for hire , "Whose talent fled on freedom ' s wings . 'Twas in an evil lonely hour
, His offering a clipp'd eagle ' s fame , Envy , he how'd before the power , And wrote Detractor to his name . He knew not that the spring would come , And the young bird , with spirit high ,
His strengthen'd pinion would replume , And , soaring , gain his native sky : He knew not there were hearts whose nerves , Like temper'd steel , bend with the blast ; . Hearts that unkindness only serves To strengthen , when the storm is past . VOL . i . c c
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Fate Of Genius.
" Hence ! hence . '" she cried , " all earthly good E ' en in desire is dead to me ; Lost , wildly lost , on the dark flood , Buried in passion ' s roaring sea .
¦ " Mine be the lot to wound the young , To crush each early cherish'd flower That from affection ' s soil hath sprung . Or blooms in Genius' lonely bower . " E ' en as slje spoke , athwart the dell
She saw two votaries advancing ; The first one ' s eyes still downward fell , The second ' s wildly round were glancing , 'Twas * * * who had turned the strings And sang to prejudice a lay ,
Till sicken'd Genius found her wings , Nor left one beam to guide his way . Young Liberty was his first theme Till gold bought his more venal lay ; The people ' s right was then a dream , A fatuus light , a moonbeam ray .
Scorn'd was his prostituted lyre , Though oft his hand since swept the strings ; A laureate slave , who sang for hire , "Whose talent fled on freedom ' s wings . 'Twas in an evil lonely hour
, His offering a clipp'd eagle ' s fame , Envy , he how'd before the power , And wrote Detractor to his name . He knew not that the spring would come , And the young bird , with spirit high ,
His strengthen'd pinion would replume , And , soaring , gain his native sky : He knew not there were hearts whose nerves , Like temper'd steel , bend with the blast ; . Hearts that unkindness only serves To strengthen , when the storm is past . VOL . i . c c