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To a successful rival, who said ironically, he pitied the author.
An ODE.
By the same.
Thou pity! fond unthinking boy,
Falsely elate with distant joy,
Did e'er thy heart the kind emotion know,
Th'endearing pangs of sympathetic wo!
Falsely elate with distant joy,
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Th'endearing pangs of sympathetic wo!
Yes; as on Nile's prolific shore,
The monsters, cloy'd with recent gore,
Sad o'er the reeking carnage howling lie,
Such tears, sincere as thine, o'erflow the murd'rer's eye.
The monsters, cloy'd with recent gore,
Sad o'er the reeking carnage howling lie,
Such tears, sincere as thine, o'erflow the murd'rer's eye.
O lost to virtue! lost to shame!
Beneath fair Friendship's holy name,
Impious to tempt, and subtle to betray,
While heav'n and earth the daring crime survey.
Beneath fair Friendship's holy name,
Impious to tempt, and subtle to betray,
While heav'n and earth the daring crime survey.
What devil arm'd thy front with steel,
To feign a grief thou ne'er couldst feel;
Without a blush, the faithless sigh to heave,
And mourn the mortal stab thy own curs'd dagger gave?
To feign a grief thou ne'er couldst feel;
Without a blush, the faithless sigh to heave,
And mourn the mortal stab thy own curs'd dagger gave?
But if to Heav'n's impartial throne,
The piercing sigh and bitter groan,
For just redress, on angel-wings arise,
Then dread the blasting vengeance of the skies.
The piercing sigh and bitter groan,
For just redress, on angel-wings arise,
Then dread the blasting vengeance of the skies.
Ah, where will rage my soul impell?
How high the tide of fury swell?
Fool! thus to curse the man whose ev'ry smart
Must pierce thy inmost soul, must wound Clarinda's heart.
How high the tide of fury swell?
Fool! thus to curse the man whose ev'ry smart
Must pierce thy inmost soul, must wound Clarinda's heart.
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