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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539255" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy II. On Posthumous Reputation - To a Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O grief of griefs! that Envy's frantic ire<br>Should rob the living virtue of its praise;<br>O foolish Muses! that with zeal aspire<br>To deck the cold insensate shrine with bays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the free spirit quits her humble frame,<br>To tread the skies with radiant garlands crown'd;<br>Say, will she hear the distant voice of Fame?<br>Or, hearing, fancy sweetness in the sound?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps even Genius pours a slighted lay;<br>Perhaps even Friendship sheds a fruitless tear;<br>Even Lyttleton but vainly trims the bay,<br>And fondly graces Hammond's mournful bier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though weeping virgins haunt his favour'd urn,<br>Renew their chaplets, and repeat their sighs;<br>Though near his tomb SabÃ¦an odours burn,<br>The loit'ring fragrance will it reach the skies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No; should his Delia votive wreaths prepare,<br>Delia might place the votive wreaths in vain:<br>Yet the dear hope of Delia's future care<br>Once crown'd his pleasures, and dispell'd his pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes-the fair prospect of surviving praise<br>Can every sense of present joys excel;<br>For this, great Hadrian chose laborious days;<br>Through this, expiring, bade a gay farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall then our youths, who Fame's bright fabric raise,<br>To life's precarious date confine their care?<br>O teach them you to spread the sacred base,<br>To plan a work through latest ages fair!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it small transport, as with curious eye<br>You trace the story of each Attic sage,<br>To think your blooming praise shall time defy?<br>Shall waft, like odours, through the pleasing page?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To mark the day when, through the bulky tome,<br>Around your name the varying style refines?<br>And readers call their lost attention home,<br>Led by that index where true genius shines?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! let not Britons doubt their social aim,<br>Whose ardent bosoms catch this ancient fire;<br>Cold interest melts before the vivid flame,<br>And patriot ardours but with life expire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</a><div class=q>
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Should rob the living virtue of its praise;
O foolish Muses! that with zeal aspire
To deck the cold insensate shrine with bays.

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