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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416284" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epilogue to Agamemnon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe, <br>Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe; <br>Dispels in idle air the moral sigh, <br>And wipes the tender tear from Pity's eye: <br>No more with social warmth the bosom burns; <br>But all the unfeeling selfish man returns. <br>Thus he began:—And you approved the strain; <br>Till the next couplet sunk to light and vain. <br>You check'd him there.—To you, to reason just, <br>He owns he triumph'd in your kind disgust. <br>Charm'd by your frown, by your displeasure graced, <br>He hails the rising virtue of your taste. <br>Wide will its influence spread as soon as known: <br>Truth, to be loved, needs only to be shown. <br>Confirm it, once, the fashion to be good: <br>(Since fashion leads the fool, and awes the rude) <br>No petulance shall wound the public ear; <br>No hand applaud what honour shuns to hear: <br>No painful blush the modest cheek shall stain; <br>The worthy breast shall heave with no disdain. <br>Chastised to decency, the British stage <br>Shall oft invite the fair, invite the sage: <br>Both shall attend well pleased, well pleased depart; <br>Or if they doom the verse, absolve the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a><div class=q>
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Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe; 
Dispels in idle air the moral sigh, 
And wipes the tender tear from Pity's eye: 
No more with social warmth the bosom burns; 
But all the unfeeling selfish man ..."></div>
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