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HYMN TO ADVERSITY
Daughter, of Jove, relentless power,
When first thy Sire to send on earth
What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know,
And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe.
Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
The summer Friend, the flattering Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Wisdom in sable garb array'd
Immersed in rapturous thought profound,
And Melancholy, silent maid,
With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Still on thy solemn steps attend :
Warm Charity, the general friend,
With Justice, to herself severe,
And Pity dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear.
, gently on thy suppliant's head
Dread Goddess, lay thy chastening hand!
Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Not circled with the vengeful band (As by the impious thou art seen)
With thundering voice, and threatening mien,
Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,
To soften, not to wound my heart.
What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
THE SOLITUDE OF ALEXANDER SELKIRK
I am monarch of all I survey;
I am out of humanity's reach,
Society, Friendship, and Love
My sorrows I then might assuage
Ye winds that have made me your sport,
How fleet is a glance of the mind!
And the swift-wingéd arrows of light.
But the seafowl is gone to her nest,
TO MARY UNWIN
Mary! I want a lyre with other strings,
Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new
And undebased by praise of meaner things,
That ere through age or woe I shed my wings
TO THE SAME
The twentieth year is well nigh past
Thy spirits have a fainter flow,
Thy needles, once a shining store,
For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil
Thy sight now seconds not thy will
But well thou play'dst the housewife's part,
Thy indistinct expressions seem
Thy silver locks, once auburn bright,
For could I view nor them nor thee,
Partakers of thy sad decline
Thy hands their little force resign;
Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st
And still to love, though press'd with ill,
With me is to be lovely still,
But ah! by constant heed I know
And should my future lot be cast
Thy worn-out heart will break at last-