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EDWARD SHORE	A
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Genius thou gift of Heav'n thou light divine	B
Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine	B
Oft will the body's weakness check thy force	C
Oft damp thy vigour and impede thy course	C
And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain	D
Thy nobler efforts to contend with pain	D
Or want sad guest will in thy presence come	E
And breathe around her melancholy gloom	F
To life's low cares will thy proud thought confine	B
And make her sufferings her impatience thine	B
Evil and strong seducing passions prey	G
On soaring minds and win them from their way	G
Who then to Vice the subject spirits give	H
And in the service of the conqu'ror live	I
Like captive Samson making sport for all	J
Who fear'd their strength and glory in their fall	J
Genius with virtue still may lack the aid	K
Implored by humble minds and hearts afraid	K
May leave to timid souls the shield and sword	L
Of the tried Faith and the resistless Word	M
Amid a world of dangers venturing forth	N
Frail but yet fearless proud in conscious worth	O
Till strong temptation in some fatal time	P
Assails the heart and wins the soul to crime	P
When left by honour and by sorrow spent	Q
Unused to pray unable to repent	Q
The nobler powers that once exalted high	R
Th' aspiring man shall then degraded lie	R
Reason through anguish shall her throne forsake	S
And strength of mind but stronger madness make	S
When Edward Shore had reach'd his twentieth	T
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year	U
He felt his bosom light his conscience clear	U
Applause at school the youthful hero gain'd	V
And trials there with manly strength sustain'd	V
With prospects bright upon the world he came	W
Pure love of virtue strong desire of fame	W
Men watch'd the way his lofty mind would take	S
And all foretold the progress he would make	S
Boast of these friends to older men a guide	X
Proud of his parts but gracious in his pride	X
He bore a gay good nature in his face	Y
And in his air were dignity and grace	Y
Dress that became his state and years he wore	A
And sense and spirit shone in Edward Shore	A
Thus while admiring friends the Youth beheld	X
His own disgust their forward hopes repell'd	X
For he unfix'd unfixing look'd around	X
And no employment but in seeking found	X
He gave his restless thoughts to views refined	X
And shrank from worldly cares with wounded mind	X
Rejecting trade awhile he dwelt on laws	Z
'But who could plead if unapproved the cause '	-
A doubting dismal tribe physicians seem'd	X
Divines o'er texts and disputations dream'd	X
War and its glory he perhaps could love	A2
But there again he must the cause approve	B2
Our hero thought no deed should gain applause	Z
Where timid virtue found support in laws	Z
He to all good would soar would fly all sin	C2
By the pure prompting of the will within	C2
'Who needs a law that binds him not to steal '	-
Ask'd the young teacher 'can he rightly feel	D2
To curb the will or arm in honour's cause	E2
Or aid the weak are these enforced by laws	Z
Should we a foul ungenerous action dread	X
Because a law condemns th' adulterous bed	X
Or fly pollution not for fear of stain	D
But that some statute tells us to refrain	D
The grosser herd in ties like these we bind	X
In virtue's freedom moves th' enlighten'd mind '	-
'Man's heart deceives him ' said a friend 'Of	B2
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course '	-
Replied the Youth 'but has it power to force	C
Unless it forces call it as you will	F2
It is but wish and proneness to the ill '	-
'Art thou not tempted ' 'Do I fall ' said	X
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Shore	A
'The pure have fallen ' 'Then are pure no more	A
While reason guides me I shall walk aright	X
Nor need a steadier hand or stronger light	X
Nor this in dread of awful threats design'd	X
For the weak spirit and the grov'ling mind	X
But that engaged by thoughts and views sublime	P
I wage free war with grossness and with crime '	-
Thus look'd he proudly on the vulgar crew	G2
Whom statutes govern and whom fears subdue	G2
Faith with his virtue he indeed profess'd	X
But doubts deprived his ardent mind of rest	X
Reason his sovereign mistress fail'd to show	H2
Light through the mazes of the world below	H2
Questions arose and they surpass'd the skill	F2
Of his sole aid and would be dubious still	F2
These to discuss he sought no common guide	X
But to the doubters in his doubts applied	X
When all together might in freedom speak	I2
And their loved truth with mutual ardour seek	I2
Alas though men who feel their eyes decay	G
Take more than common pains to find their way	G
Yet when for this they ask each other's aid	X
Their mutual purpose is the more delay'd	X
Of all their doubts their reasoning clear'd not	X
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one	J2
Still the same spots were present in the sun	J2
Still the same scruples haunted Edward's mind	X
Who found no rest nor took the means to find	X
But though with shaken faith and slave to fame	W
Vain and aspiring on the world he came	W
Yet was he studious serious moral grave	B2
No passion's victim and no system's slave	B2
Vice he opposed indulgence he disdain'd	X
And o'er each sense in conscious triumph reign'd	X
Who often reads will sometimes wish to write	X
And Shore would yield instruction and delight	X
A serious drama he design'd but found	X
'Twas tedious travelling in that gloomy ground	X
A deep and solemn story he would try	R
But grew ashamed of ghosts and laid it by	R
Sermons he wrote but they who knew his creed	X
Or knew it not were ill disposed to read	X
And he would lastly be the nation's guide	X
But studying fail'd to fix upon a side	X
Fame he desired and talents he possess'd	X
But loved not labour though he could not rest	X
Nor firmly fix the vacillating mind	X
That ever working could no centre find	X
'Tis thus a sanguine reader loves to trace	Y
The Nile forth rushing on his glorious race	Y
Calm and secure the fancied traveller goes	K2
Through sterile deserts and by threat'ning foes	K2
He thinks not then of Afric's scorching sands	L2
Th' Arabian sea the Abyssinian bands	L2
Fasils and Michaels and the robbers all	J
Whom we politely chiefs and heroes call	J
He of success alone delights to think	M2
He views that fount he stands upon the brink	M2
And drinks a fancied draught exulting so to drink	M2
In his own room and with his books around	X
His lively mind its chief employment found	X
Then idly busy quietly employ'd	X
And lost to life his visions were enjoy'd	X
Yet still he took a keen inquiring view	G2
Of all that crowds neglect desire pursue	G2
And thus abstracted curious still serene	N2
He unemploy'd beheld life's shifting scene	N2
Still more averse from vulgar joys and cares	O2
Still more unfitted for the world's affairs	O2
There was a house where Edward ofttimes went	X
And social hours in pleasant trifling spent	X
He read conversed and reason'd sang and play'd	X
And all were happy while the idler stay'd	X
Too happy one for thence arose the pain	D
Till this engaging trifler came again	P2
But did he love We answer day by day	G
The loving feet would take th' accustom'd way	G
The amorous eye would rove as if in quest	X
Of something rare and on the mansion rest	X
The same soft passion touch'd the gentle tongue	Q2
And Anna's charms in tender notes were sung	Q2
The ear too seem'd to feel the common flame	W
Soothed and delighted with the fair one's name	W
And thus as love each other part possess'd	X
The heart no doubt its sovereign power confess'd	X
Pleased in her sight the Youth required no	H2
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more	A
Not rich himself he saw the damsel poor	R2
And he too wisely nay too kindly loved	X
To pain the being whom his soul approved	X
A serious Friend our cautious Youth possess'd	X
And at his table sat a welcome guest	X
Both unemploy'd it was their chief delight	X
To read what free and daring authors write	X
Authors who loved from common views to soar	A
And seek the fountains never traced before	A
Truth they profess'd yet often left the true	G2
And beaten prospect for the wild and new	G2
His chosen friend his fiftieth year had seen	N2
His fortune easy and his air serene	N2
Deist and atheist call'd for few agreed	X
What were his notions principles or creed	X
His mind reposed not for he hated rest	X
But all things made a query or a jest	X
Perplex'd himself he ever sought to prove	B2
That man is doom'd in endl	J

George Crabbe

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