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The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest.
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
Along the cool sequestered vale of life,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
And many a holy text around she strews,
Nor cast one longing lingering look behind.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown;
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere.
He gave to misery, (all he had) a tear.
No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude.
On his own Character.
To Mr. West, 3d Series. Letter iv. Now as the Paradisaical pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
Line 308. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.
Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller.
Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village. Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
From Dr. Madden's "Boulter's Monument." Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson. 1745.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.*
Rasselas. Chapter i. Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Epitaph on Robert Levett.
His useful care was ever nigh,
And lonely Want retired to die.
Epitaph on Claudius Phillips, the Musician.
Phillips, whose touch harmonious could remove
* Words are women, deeds are men.
Jacula Prvdentum. Herbert.
Epitaph on Goldsmith.
Boswell's Life of Johnson.
* " Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit."
Eulogy on Cicero. Fenklon.
t Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.
Jacula Prudentum. George Herbert.