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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.
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.
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.
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Eclogiie 1. Line 5. Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
Ode on the Death of Thomson.
MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770. Epistle to Curio. The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1.
In the first days
Act ii. Sc. 1.
Line 26. Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view.