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! Here the tongue-warrior lies! disabled now, Disarm'd, 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, |