An Essay on War, in Blank Verse; Honington Green, a Ballad; the Culprit, an Elegy; and Other Poems, on Various Subjects by Nathaniel Bloomfield
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Tho' he roves not on Common or Green:
Tho' the pressure of Wealth's lordly hand Shall give Emulation no scope, And tho' all the' appropriate Land Shall leave Indigence nothing to hope. 22 So happily flexile Man's make. So pliantly docile his mind, Surrounding impressions we take, And bliss in each circumstance find. The Youths of a more polish'd Age Shall not wish these rude Commons to see; To the Bird that's inur'd to the Cage, It would not be Bills to be free. * * * * * THE CULPRIT. "_Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things_ _Most horrid; midst stupendous highly strange:_ _Yet oft his courtesies are smoother wrongs;_ _Pride brandishes the favours he confers,_ _And contumelious his Humanity._ |
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