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While bright-eyed Science watches round.
Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.
Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air.
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
