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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy III. On the Untimely Death of a Certain Learned Acquainance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If proud Pygmalion quit his cumbrous frame,<br>Funereal pomp the scanty tear supplies;<br>Whilst heralds loud, with venal voice, proclaim,<br>Lo! here the brave and the puissant lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When humbler Alcon leaves his drooping friends,<br>Pageant nor plume distinguish Alcon's bier;<br>The faithful Muse with votive song attends,<br>And blots the mournful numbers with a tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He little knew the sly penurious art;<br>That odious art which Fortune's favourites know:<br>Form'd to bestow, he felt the warmest heart,<br>But envious Fate forbade him to bestow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He little knew to ward the secret wound;<br>He little knew that mortals could ensnare:<br>Virtue he knew; the noblest joy he found<br>To sing her glories, and to paint her fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill was he skill'd to guide his wandering sheep;<br>And unforeseen disaster thinn'd his fold;<br>Yet at another's loss the swain would weep;<br>And, for his friend, his very crook was sold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye sons of Wealth! protect the Muses' train;<br>From winds protect them, and with food supply:<br>Ah! helpless they, to ward the threaten'd pain,<br>The meagre famine, and the wintry sky!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loved a nymph; amidst his slender store<br>He dared to love, and Cynthia was his theme:<br>He breathed his plaints along the rocky shore;<br>They only echo'd o'er the winding stream!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His nymph was fair! the sweetest bud that blows<br>Revives less lovely from the recent shower;<br>So Philomel enamour'd eyes the rose<br>Sweet bird! enamour'd of the sweetest flower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loved the Muse; she taught him to complain;<br>He saw his timorous loves on her depend:<br>He loved the Muse, although she taught in vain;<br>He loved the Muse, for she was Virtue's friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors;<br>She wins the ear when formal pleas are vain;<br>She tempts Patricians from the fatal doors<br>Of Vice's brothel, forth to Virtue's fane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wish'd for wealth, for much he wish'd to give;<br>He grieved that virtue might not wealth obtain:<br>Piteous of woes, and hopeless to relieve,<br>The pensive prospect sadden'd all his strain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw him faint! I saw him sink to rest!<br>Like one ordain'd to swell the vulgar throng;<br>As though the Virtues had not warm'd his breast,<br>As though the Muses not inspired his tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw his bier ignobly cross the plain;<br>Saw peasant hands the pious rite supply:<br>The generous rustics mourn'd the friendly swain,<br>But Power and Wealth's unvarying cheek was dry!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such Alcon fell; in meagre want forlorn!<br>Where were ye then, ye powerful Patrons, where?<br>Would ye the purple should your limbs adorn?<br>Go wash the conscious blemish with a tear.</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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Funereal pomp the scanty tear supplies;
Whilst heralds loud, with venal voice, proclaim,
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