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XXXVII.
[Ill fares the Muse when sad affliction reigns]
Ill fares the Muse when sad affliction reigns,
Mute is her voice, or nerveless are her strains,
E'en love itself can then but faintly glow,
It's rays scarce pierce the thicken'd clouds of woe:
Of filial woe, which strives in vain to save
A much-loved Parent bending o'er the grave.
To whom are due whate'er this frame can boast,
Each warm emotion, justly valued most,
By her infused, expanded, and refined,
The energic thought, and sympathising mind.
Mute is her voice, or nerveless are her strains,
E'en love itself can then but faintly glow,
It's rays scarce pierce the thicken'd clouds of woe:
Of filial woe, which strives in vain to save
A much-loved Parent bending o'er the grave.
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Each warm emotion, justly valued most,
By her infused, expanded, and refined,
The energic thought, and sympathising mind.
Affliction reigns; and business adds his frown,
And care which shakes the blooms of genius down;
And time's harsh blast, which withers as he moves
The aspiring passions, and the fragrant groves
Where sported in their prime the enthusiast loves.
And care which shakes the blooms of genius down;
And time's harsh blast, which withers as he moves
The aspiring passions, and the fragrant groves
Where sported in their prime the enthusiast loves.
Yet Thespia, what remains, what neither care
Nor business from it's lasting seat can tear,
What potent grief, what age can ne'er untwine,
The friendship of a breast sincere is thine.
Nor business from it's lasting seat can tear,
What potent grief, what age can ne'er untwine,
The friendship of a breast sincere is thine.
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