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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455479" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Apology Written For My Son To The Reverend Mr. Sampson,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Joy your Summons we obey,<br>And come to celebrate this Day.<br>Yet I, alas! despair to please;<br>For you require exalted Lays:<br>And, let me write whate'er I will,<br>You'll think my Verse deficient still;<br>Altho' the Task I now decline,<br>Asks no Assistance from the Nine;<br>For Nature, better far than Art,<br>Can paint the honest, grateful Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heav'n knows how much I rack'd my Head,<br>(For beaten Paths I scorn to tread)<br>To tell the Vice--Roy something new,<br>Who graciously distinguish'd you;<br>Who had your Merit in his Eye,<br>When Prelates often pass'd it by.<br>What Blessings must the People share,<br>Where Virtue is the Ruler's Care!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some Lines I wrote; which seem'd so fine,<br>My Mother cry'd, ``They can't be thine:<br>(Alas! there needs but little Care<br>In Sons, to please a Mother's Ear)<br>``Maro might own such Lines as these,<br>``Nor with more Elegance could praise:<br>``This is the true poetic Fire:<br>``But such a Subject must inspire:<br>``What beauteous Images are here!<br>``Constantia help'd you now, I fear:<br>``It must be so; you are not able--<br>Then I by Chance upon the Table<br>The Birth of manly Virtue spy'd;<br>So threw my useless Pen aside.<br>And set my Verses in a Flame,<br>Nor dar'd to touch the hallow'd Theme:<br>For there the God his Pow'r displays,<br>And leaves no Room for mortal Praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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And come to celebrate this Day.
Yet I, alas! despair to please;
For you require exalted Lays:
And, let me write whate'er I will,
You'll think my Verse deficient still;
Altho' the Task I now decline,
Asks no Assistanc..."></div>
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