Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Defil'd to such a depth of sordid shame / The native honours of the human soul, / Nor so effac'd the image of its sire."
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Date: 1744, 1772, 1795
"Thus he learns / Their birth and fortunes; how allied they haunt / The avenues of sense; what laws direct / Their union; and what various discords rise, / Or fix'd or casual: which when his clear thought / Retains and when his faithful words express, / That living image of the external scene, / ...
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Date: 1745
"Then tell me, is your soul intire? / Does wisdom calmly hold her throne? / Then can you question each desire, / Bid this remain, and that begone?"
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Date: 1745
"Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known, / Too long to Love hath reason left her throne; / Too long my genius mourn'd his myrtle chain, / And three rich years of youth consum'd in vain."
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