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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537542" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode, On Reading Mr. Richardson's History Of Sir Charles Grandison</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, ye apostate and profane,<br>Wretches, who blush not to disdain<br>Allegiance to your God,--<br>Did e'er your idly wasted love<br>Of virtue for her sake remove<br>And lift you from the crowd?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would you the race of glory run,<br>Know, the devout, and they alone,<br>Are equal to the task:<br>The labours of the illustrious course<br>Far other than the unaided force <br>Of human vigour ask,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To arm against reputed ill<br>The patient heart too brave to feel<br>The tortures of despair:<br>Nor safer yet high-crested pride,<br>When wealth flows in with every tide<br>To gain admittance there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To rescue from the tyrant’s sword<br>The oppress'd; unseen and unimplored,<br>To cheer the face of woe;<br>From lawless insult to defend<br>An orphan's right—a fallen friend,<br>And a forgiven foe;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These, these distinguish from the crowd,<br>And these alone, the great and good,<br>The guardians of mankind;<br>Whose bosoms with these virtues heave,<br>O with what matchless speed they leave<br>The multitude behind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then ask ye, from what cause on earth<br>Virtues like these derive their birth?<br>Derived from Heaven alone,<br>Full on that favour’d breast they shine,<br>Where faith and resignation join<br>To call the blessing down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such is that heart:--but while the muse<br>Thy theme, O Richardson, pursues,<br>Her feeble spirits faint;<br>She cannot reach, and would not wrong,<br>The subject for an angel’s song,<br>The hero, and the saint!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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Wretches, who blush not to disdain
Allegiance to your God,--
Did e'er your idly wasted love
Of virtue for her sake remove
And lift you from the crowd?

Would you the race of glory run,
Know, the devout, and they alone..."></div>
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