Bloomfield, Nathaniel / 2008-11-11 00:00:00
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Dear to me was the wild-thorny Hill,
And dear the brown Heath's sober scene;
And Youth shall find Happiness still,
Tho' he roves not on Common or Green:
Tho' the pressure of Wealth's lordly hand
Shall give Emulation no scope,
And tho' all the' appropriate Land
Shall leave Indigence nothing to hope.
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So happily flexile Man's make.
So pliantly docile his mind,
Surrounding impressions we take,
And bliss in each circumstance find.
The Youths of a more polish'd Age
Shall not wish these rude Commons to see;
To the Bird that's inur'd to the Cage,
It would not be Bills to be free.
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THE CULPRIT.
"_Man hard of heart to Man! ... of horrid things_
_Most horrid; midst stupendous highly strange:_
_Yet oft his courtesies are smoother wrongs;_
_Pride brandishes the favours he confers,_
_And contumelious his Humanity._
_What then his vengeance? hear it not, ye Stars,_
_And thou, pale Moon, turn paler at the sound_: ...
_Man is to Man the sorest, surest Ill._"
YOUNG.
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[His Reflections on the Propensity to gaze on Misery.--Military
Punishments.
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