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Let not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys , and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r ,.
DOM G LA BARBR SHOP CE Th ' applause of list'ning senates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes B XXX 1 Their lot forbade : nor ...
Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn , Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove , Now drooping , woeful - wan , like one forlorn , Or crazed with care , or cross'd in hopeless love . " One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill.
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Reprint of what may once have been one of the most familiar poems in English from the 18th century. At a time when few could read in England, one of its most educated sons, and the companion of Horace ... Read full review