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'Twss not for fiction chose Rousseau this spot,
It was the scene which passion must allot
Lausanne! and Ferney! ye have been the abodes 23 Of names which unto you bequeath'd a name; Mortals, who sought and found, by dangerous roads, A path to perpetuity of fame:
They were gigantic minds, and their steep aim, Was, Titan-like, on daring doubts to pile Thoughts which should call down thunder, and the flame
Of Heaven, again assail'd, if Heaven the while
The one was fire and fickleness, a child, Most mutable in wishes, but in mind, A wit a various, gay, grave, sage; or wild, Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule; — which, as the wind, Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
The other, deep and slow, exhausting thought,
And doom'd him to the zealot's ready Hell, Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.
If merited, the penalty is paid;
It is not ours to judge, far less condemn;
in the dust,
Which, thus much we are sure, must lie decay'd; And when it shall revive, as is our trust, 'Twill be to be forgiven, or suffer what is just.
But let me quit man's works, again to read
To their most great and growing region, where
Italia! too, Italia! looking on thee,
Full flashes on the soul the light of ages,
Thou wert the throne and grave of empires; still,
Thus far I have proceeded in a theme Renewed with no kind auspices: to feel We are not what we have been, and to deem We are not what we should be, and to steel The heart against itself; and to conceal, With a proud caution, love, or hate, or aught, Passion or feeling, purpose, grief or zeal, Which is the tyrant spirit of our thought, Is a stern task of soul: - No matter, — it is taught.
And for these words, thus woven into song,
I stood and stand alone, - remembered or forgot.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, -nor cried aloud
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
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