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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Faithful Few: An Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While Pow'r triumphant bears unrival'd Sway,<br>Propt by the Aid of all-prevailing Gold;<br>While bold Corruption blasts the Face of Day,<br>And Men, in Herds, are offer'd to be sold;<br>Select, Urania, from the venal Throng,<br>The Faithful Few, to grace the deathless Song!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To thee, chaste Nymph, by Jove and Fate, is giv'n<br>The sacred Charge of the Celestial Bays;<br>Thou raisest Heroes to their native Heav'n,<br>And point'st the Objects of eternal Praise.<br>And in thy Records, dear to future Fame,<br>Each Son of Liberty inscribes his Name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When o'er a Nation Fraud and Guilt prevail,<br>And, fafe, all Question and Enquiry shun,<br>Thine is the impartial Sword,-and thine the Scale<br>To weigh the Crime, and make the Actors known:<br>From Britain's Eyes the deadly Mist to cast,<br>And bid her waken, lest she sleep her last!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Begin, bright Goddess, the celestial Strain;<br>To lofty Notes accord the tuneful Lyre:<br>Almeria shall lead on the shining Train,<br>Whose Looks the Love of Liberty inspire.<br>Let lower Beauties fetter those who fee;<br>None should behold a Pallas, but the Free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So when great Juno came near Latium's Land,<br>Detain'd, by Fate, the Guardian Vessel stood,<br>No human Force could make it touch the Strand,<br>Fix'd, it remain'd, in Tyber's rapid Flood,<br>Till one bright Vestal, (such is Virtue's Pow'r!)<br>Dissolv'd the Charm, and drew the Gift on Shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor less the Chief, whom, bless'd in Myra's Charms,<br>The sacred Love of Liberty inspires;<br>Whose generous Breast the same great Passion warms,<br>That brightly glow'd in his Heroic Sires.<br>How justly are the Patriot-Names ally'd,<br>How softly pair'd, a Douglas and a Hyde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>See Hamilton, with Lustre, next appear,<br>A Prince descended from a Royal Race.<br>Behold his easy Mien, and graceful Air;<br>What noble Freedom triumphs in his Face?<br>Bright may his Virtues ever be confest,<br>As the fair Star that guards his Patriot Breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Descended from an ancient faithful Line,<br>Assume, Montrose, thy undisputed Place.<br>Who doubts the Virtues of thy Race are thine,<br>May read a Confutation in thy Face:<br>Where Grandeur is with Goodness temper'd seen;<br>Soft Beams of Light, that shew the Day within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor shall the Muse, great Ker, thy Name conceal,<br>Admir'd in Counsels, as in Arts polite;<br>Till Knowledge sink, and publick Spirit fail,<br>Thy Merit shall appear in all its Light.<br>Still may the Azure Band embrace thy Knee,<br>Evil to him that Evil thinks of thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But who approaches next Urania's View,<br>Sedate, with calm and philosophick Air?<br>Soon, Tweeddale, must the Muse acknowledge you,<br>In Youth a Sage, in Grandeur still sincere;<br>The Friend of Men. Continue, with Applause,<br>The firm Assertor of your Country's Cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor thou, the Pride of thy illustrious Race,<br>Round whom united Virtues form a Day!<br>Shall in the fair Procession want thy Place.<br>The Courts no longer shed their tinsel Ray.<br>In Britain's Annals shall a Rothes shine<br>Amongst the foremost Heroes of his Line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Buchan, to Truth and sacred Honour just!<br>The Muse with Pride thy Title would repeat<br>Who rather than betray a Nation's Trust,<br>Unblemish'd chose with Glory to retreat;<br>Thine shall the Praise remain-when Life is done,<br>And all the Sons of Slavery sleep unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mild Haddington, whose Breast's with Learning fraught,<br>Receive the Tribute of unpurchas'd Praise;<br>Thine is the Honour to retire unbought,<br>And persevere in Virtue's sacred Ways!<br>Nor less becomes the Man the Muses love,<br>And all the Friends of Liberty approve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Great Aberdeen, whose penetrating Sight,<br>Thro' ministerial Cobwebs well can spy;<br>Can bring the Depths of State-Deceit to Light,<br>The Muse unnotic'd must not pass you by:<br>Tho' Britain's Senate hears your Sense no more,<br>Your Country still regards you as before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Marchmont, whose Wisdom different Courts have found,<br>Whose freeborn Soul has never chang'd its State;<br>For Knowledge fam'd, and Eloquence renown'd,<br>In whom the honest Statesman shines compleat!<br>Accept this Homage which the Muses pay,<br>And still deserve Applause the Patriot-Way!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But oh! if Worth exalts the Pride of Blood,<br>If Virtue can the Blaze of Courts outshine!<br>The Muse beholds a Man both great and good;<br>The blended Wreaths, immortal Stair, are thine!<br>And like the Spartan Chief's Retreat of old,<br>With equal Glory shall thine own be told!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor thou, unblemish'd Peer! whose steady Soul<br>Corruption's bold Assaults, unmov'd, defy'd;<br>Sustain'd the Shock, collected firm and whole,<br>And kept inflexible the juster Side.<br>Still, Elphinstone, preserve the spotless Name,<br>And leave the fair Example dear to Fame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>These are the Chiefs our hardy Climate breeds,<br>That, deaf to Interest's or Ambition's Charms,<br>Can shew, by greatly meritorious Deeds,<br>How much the sacred Love of Freedom warms:<br>Souls made like these deserve a Pindar's Strain,<br>Whom Crowns would tempt to Ill, but tempt in vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To These, nor want we Patriot Names to join<br>Souls uncorrupt, tho' in a lower Sphere;<br>Who slight the Charms of either India's Mine,<br>And make a Nation's Happiness their Care!<br>While firm, oppos'd, the powerful Flood they stand,<br>And risque themselves to save a sinking Land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Such the Dalrymples, Father and the Son,<br>Whose virtuous Minds no servile Chains can wear;<br>Such Erskine is, who laid the Purple down,<br>Whom Britain's Senate shall with Pleasure hear:<br>And He, who now retires, with Honour crown'd,<br>To the soft Cares of his Paternal Ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor shall the Muse, Dundas, omit thy Name,<br>Who, fearless, in the Face of Pow'r and Pride,<br>Has dar'd the Rights of Britain to sustain,<br>And joyn the Juster, but unequal Side.<br>In thee the Roman Orator appears,<br>And all his Virtues shine, without his Fears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Such are the Spirits firm to LIBERTY,<br>That with their Influence bless our Northern Coast.<br>So the bright Planets gild a wint'ry Sky,<br>And shine serenest in the chilling Frost!<br>Unnumber'd Stars around their Passage glow,<br>And serve to chear the darken'd World below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When Britain's present Ague-Fit is past,<br>When safe she sits amidst her subject Seas,<br>These Names shall dear to future Ages last,<br>And Time shall gild them with his latest Rays.<br>Virtue shall triumph, over Envy's Spite.<br>Clouds are but Foils, to make us love the Light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FINIS</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Hamilton">William Hamilton</a><div class=q>
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Propt by the Aid of all-prevailing Gold;
While bold Corruption blasts the Face of Day,
And Men, in Herds, are offer'd to be sold;
Select, Urania, from the venal Throng,
The Faithful Few, to grace the de..."></div>
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