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IMITATION OF AN ODE BY KOODRUT.
Ambition's voice was in my ear, she whisper'd yesterday,“How goodly is the land of Room, how wide the Russian sway!
How blest to conquer either realm, and dwell through life to come,
Lull'd by the harp's melodious string, cheer'd by the northern drum!”
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O come and see a sight with me shall cure thee of thy pride!”
She led me to a lonely dell, a sad and shady ground,
Where many an ancient sepulchre gleam'd in the moonshine round.
And “Here Secunder sleeps,” she cried; “this is his rival's stone;
And here the mighty chief reclines who rear'd the Median throne.
Enquire of these, doth ought of all their ancient pomp remain
Save late regret and bitter tears for ever and in vain?
Return, return, and in thy heart engraven keep my lore;
The lesser wealth, the lighter load,—small blame betides the poor.”
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