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XVI. A CANDIDATE FOR HONOURS.
This were a spectacle to cleanse the heartOf all the mean vexations of the town,
The envious slander and the jealous frown,
And all remembrances that make it smart.
Phœbus Apollo! fit another dart
And shoot the last surviving meanness down
Ere on my head thou place the golden crown
And teach my lyre the mystery of thine art!
Then, with a bosom purified of hate
And rankling cares and cankers reared of wrong,
Envy forgotten and the low debate
That to unworthy rivalry belong,
On thine own heights, Apollo, will I wait
A shriven candidate of holy song!
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