Naked Genius | ||
MAN, A TORCH.
Blown up with painful care and hard to light,A glimmering torch blown in a moment out,
Suspended by a web, an angel's bait,
Floating at stake along the stream of chance,
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A silent cavern is his last abode,
The king's repository veiled with gloom,
The umbrage of a thousand oziers bowed,
The couch of hallowed bones, the slave's asylum,
The brave's retreat and end of ev'ry grace.
Naked Genius | ||