Dorinda

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Fitzpatrick 217

of Shakespeare

Verses sent to a young Lady with the new edition

Verses on Mrs. Crewe

Rhapsody on Tafte

Elegy written in the Garden of a Friend

Elegy written in a Country Church Yard

Carlisle 221

Mason 227

Gray 231

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THE

MINSTREL;

O R THE

PROGRESS OF GENIUS.

THE FIRST BOOK.

1

I.

H! who can tell how hard it

is to climb

A templelinesafar!

Ah! who can tell how many a foul sublime
Has felt the influence of malignant star,
And wag'd with Fortune an eternal war!
Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown,
And Poverty's unconquerable bar,
In life's low vale remote has pined alone,

Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown!

II.

And yet, the languor of inglorious days,
Not equally oppreffive is to all.

Him who ne'er listen'd to the voice of praise,
The filence of neglect can ne'er appal.
There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call,
Wou'd shrink to hear th' obstreperous trump of Fame;
Supremely blest if to their portion fall

Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had HE, whose simple tale these artless lines proclaim.

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