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While some on earnest business bent
Their murm'ring labours ply 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
To sweeten liberty:
Some bold adventurers disdain
And unknown regions dare descry:
And snatch a fearful joy.
Gay hope is theirs by Fancy fed,
Less pleasing when possest;
And lively Cheer, of Vigour born;
Alas! regardless of their doom
And black Misfortune's baleful train! Ah, show them where in ambush stand, To seize their prey, the murd'rous band! Ah, tell them they are men!
These shall the fury Passions tear,
That inly gnaws the secret heart;
Ambition this shall tempt to rise,
And grinning Infamy.
The stings of Falsehood those shall try,
That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow;
Lo, in the Vale of Years beneath
More hideous than their Queen:
 And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye.
The elision here, observes Mr. Mason, is ungraceful, and hurts this otherwise beautiful line: One of the same kind in the second line of the first Ode makes the same blemish; but I think they are the only two to be found in this correct writer; and I mention them here that succeeding Poets may not look upon them as authorities. The judicious reader will not suppose that I would condemn all elisions of the genitive case, by this stricture on those which are terminated by rough consonants. Many there are which the ear readily admits, and which use has made familiar to it.
(g) And moody Madness laughing wild.
And Madness laughing in his ireful mood.
This racks the joints, this fires the veins,
To each his suff'rings: all are men,
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Τὸν φρονειν Βροτοὺς ὁδώ-
ESCHYLUS, in Agamemnone.
[This Ode was originally published in Dodsley's Miscellany, under the title of a "Hymn to Adversity." Dr. Johnson says, the hint of the Poem was first taken from "O Diva, gratum quæ Regis Antium;" but Gray has excelled his original by the variety of his sentiments, and by their moral application. "Of this piece," adds the rigid Censor," at once poetical and rational, I will not by slight ob"jections violate the dignity."-What is this, after all, but to " damn "with faint praise?"]
DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
Bound in thy adamantine chain,
The proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.