Unconscious of his strength, to play the coward, ith study pale, and midnight vigils spent, trav'lling through the boundless length of space, is well the courses of the far-seen orbs, cstasy of thought. But ah! proud man! 1 down thou dropp'st into that darksome place Here the tongue-warrior lies! disabled now, isarm'd, dishonour'd, like a wretch gagg'd, And cannot tell his ails to passers-by! that's Great man of language! whence this mighty change, This dumb despair, and drooping of the head? And sly Insinuation's softer arts In ambush lay about thy flowing tongue, Unconscious of his strength, to play the coward, With study pale, and midnight vigils spent, The star-surveying sage close to his eye Applies the sight-invigorating tube; And, trav'lling through the boundless length of space, Marks well the courses of the far-seen orbs, In ecstasy of thought. But ah! proud man! And down thou dropp'st into that darksome place Here the tongue-warrior lies! disabled now, Disarm'd, dishonour'd, like a wretch gagg'd, And cannot tell his ails to passers-by! that's Great man of language! whence this mighty change, This dumb despair, and drooping of the head? And sly Insinuation's softer arts In ambush lay about thy flowing tongue, Alas, how chop-fall'n now! thick mists and Rest, like a weary cloud, upon thy breast With all the lesser ornaments of phrase? Ah! fled for ever, as they ne'er had been! voking, Perchance some hackney hunger-bitten scribbler And warm, with red resentment, the wan cheek! Here the great masters of the healing art, And all thy well-cramm'd magazines of health? shrubs Thou wrung'st their shy retiring virtues out, |