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en onroes;

he hacks to teach, they angle to expose:

his heart by caeless wanton alice wrung,

by blockheads&039; darg to adness stung;

his well-won bays, than life itself ore dear,

by iscreants torn, who ne&039;er one sprig t wear;

foil&039;d, bleedg, tortur&039;d th&039; uneal strife,

the hapless poet flounders on thro&039; life:

till, fled each hope that once his bo fir&039;d,

and fled each e that glorio once spir&039;d,

low sunk salid, unprotected a,

dead even resentnt for his jur&039;d pa,

he heeds or feels no ore the ruthless critic&039;s ra!

, by hed, the n&039;ro steed deceas&039;d,

for half-starv&039;d snarlg curs a daty feast;

by toil and fae wore to sk and bone,

lies, senseless of each tuggg bitch&039;s n

o dulness! portion of the truly blest!

cal shelter&039;d haven of eternal rest!

thy ns ne&039;er adden the fierce extres

of fortune&039;s por frost, or torrid beas

if antlg high she fills the golden cup,

with ber selfish ease they sip it up;

nscio the bounteo ed they well deserve,

they only wonder “ folks” do not starve

the grave sa hern th easy picks his frog,

and thks the alrd a sad worthless dog

when disappotnts snaps the ce of hope,

and thro&039; disastro night they darklg grope,

with deaf endurance sggishly they bear,

and jt ncde that “fools are fortune&039;s care”

, heavy, passive to the tepest&039;s shocks,

strong on the sign-post stands the stupid ox

not the idle es&039; ad-cap tra,

not such the workgs of their oon-struck bra;

eaniity they never dwell,

by turns arg heav&039;n, or vaulted hell

i dread thee, fate, relentless and severe,

with all a poet&039;s, hband&039;s, father&039;s fear!

already one strong hold of hope is lost—

glencairn, the truly noble, lies dt