The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE XXXVIII.
[Rapt by my better Genius, beyond]
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Rapt by my better Genius, beyondThe power of Earth; I sitt,
And see all humaine follye in its kind.
Not what wee fancie witt,
But has its blemish there; or Arrogance,
Or selfe-opinion,
Or Impudence, or Flatterie, or Chance,
Or blind Affection,
Support the maine. These set away,
What common Things wee doe or Say.
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Poor crauling Emmetts! in what busie toyleWee slip away our Time?
Our glorious Daylight and our midnight oyle
Spent to enlarge our Crime.
What a prodigious Spectacle I veiwe!
When I from hence looke downe
Vpon the Common Earth, which once I knew,
And made my proper owne!
With as much Zeale, as were my Fate
Chained to the whirle of her Estate.
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Now got above the mist of flesh and blood,I am inform'd aright,
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A never-fadeing Light
Surrounds me, that to Iudge I cannot erre.
What have I rashly said?
Arrogant foole! my Taper went out here,
And left me halfe-dismaied,
To thinke how it a Tipe might be
Of the great Light put out in Mee.
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