Familiar letters and poems on several occasions By Mary Masters |
The ATOM and WASP; or Pride mortified.
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Familiar letters and poems on several occasions | ||
The ATOM and WASP; or Pride mortified.
As late I took my Morning Walk abroad,
And on with slow majestic Paces trod;
My Pride broke out; “Of what Importance I,
“For whom Earth rose, and this unbounded sky.
And on with slow majestic Paces trod;
My Pride broke out; “Of what Importance I,
“For whom Earth rose, and this unbounded sky.
“For me the Globe her golden Harvests pours,
“And pays her annual Debt in Herbs and Flow'rs;
“For me by Day revolves yon Globe of Light,
“And Moon and Stars were made to gild my Night.
“And pays her annual Debt in Herbs and Flow'rs;
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“And Moon and Stars were made to gild my Night.
“Creatures that Land and Air, and Ocean fill,
“Are all dependent on my awful Will;
“Pierc'd with my Shaft, the Lion roars and dies,
“And Whales stretch breathless, if my Jav'lin flies.”
“Are all dependent on my awful Will;
“Pierc'd with my Shaft, the Lion roars and dies,
“And Whales stretch breathless, if my Jav'lin flies.”
As thus from Vaunt to Vaunt Ambition ran,
Swell'd with the lordly Character of Man;
A Wasp dash'd on me with audacious Wing,
And on my Lip infix'd its venom'd Sting.
Swell'd with the lordly Character of Man;
A Wasp dash'd on me with audacious Wing,
And on my Lip infix'd its venom'd Sting.
An Atom in that luckless Moment too,
Whirl'd in the Wind upon my Eye-Ball blew;
The tow'ring Fancies sunk, and pungent Smart,
Gush'd from my Eyes, and stung me to the Heart.
Whirl'd in the Wind upon my Eye-Ball blew;
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Gush'd from my Eyes, and stung me to the Heart.
At last recov'ring—“Shall presumptuous Man,
Child of the Dust, and bounded to a Span,
Array himself in Pride's imperial Robe,
And boast a Sov'reign Empire o'er the Globe.
Child of the Dust, and bounded to a Span,
Array himself in Pride's imperial Robe,
And boast a Sov'reign Empire o'er the Globe.
Know, Mortal, know, if thou assum'st the Rod,
And dar'st audacious snatch the Reign of God;
Atoms shall, unreveng'd, insult their King,
And Insects wound thee with tyrannick Sting.
And dar'st audacious snatch the Reign of God;
Atoms shall, unreveng'd, insult their King,
And Insects wound thee with tyrannick Sting.
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Familiar letters and poems on several occasions | ||