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When the sad soul by care and grief oppress'd	A
Looks round the world but looks in vain for rest	A
When every object that appears in view	B
Partakes her gloom and seems dejected too	B
Where shall affliction from itself retire	C
Where fade away and placidly expire	C
Alas we fly to silent scenes in vain	D
Care blasts the honours of the flow'ry plain	D
Care veils in clouds the sun's meridian beam	E
Sighs through the grove and murmurs in the stream	E
For when the soul is labouring in despair	F
In vain the body breathes a purer air	F
No storm tost sailor sighs for slumbering seas	G
He dreads the tempest but invokes the breeze	G
On the smooth mirror of the deep resides	H
Reflected woe and o'er unruffled tides	H
The ghost of every former danger glides	H
Thus in the calms of life we only see	I
A steadier image of our misery	I
But lively gales and gently clouded skies	J
Disperse the sad reflections as they rise	J
And busy thoughts and little cares avail	K
To ease the mind when rest and reason fail	K
When the dull thought by no designs employ'd	L
Dwells on the past or suffer'd or enjoy'd	L
We bleed anew in every former grief	M
And joys departed furnish no relief	M
Not Hope herself with all her flattering art	N
Can cure this stubborn sickness of the heart	N
The soul disdains each comfort she prepares	O
And anxious searches for congenial cares	O
Those lenient cares which with our own combined	P
By mix'd sensations ease th' afflicted mind	P
And steal our grief away and leave their own	Q
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behind	P
A lighter grief which feeling hearts endure	R
Without regret nor e'en demand a cure	R
But what strange art what magic can dispose	S
The troubled mind to change its native woes	S
Or lead us willing from ourselves to see	I
Others more wretched more undone than we	I
This BOOKS can do nor this alone they give	T
New views to life and teach us how to live	U
They soothe the grieved the stubborn they	V
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chastise	J
Fools they admonish and confirm the wise	J
Their aid they yield to all they never shun	W
The man of sorrow nor the wretch undone	W
Unlike the hard the selfish and the proud	X
They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd	X
Nor tell to various people various things	Y
But show to subjects what they show to kings	Y
Come Child of Care to make thy soul serene	Z
Approach the treasures of this tranquil scene	Z
Survey the dome and as the doors unfold	A2
The soul's best cure in all her cares behold	A2
Where mental wealth the poor in thought may find	P
And mental physic the diseased in mind	P
See here the balms that passion's wounds assuage	B2
See coolers here that damp the fire of rage	B2
Here alt'ratives by slow degrees control	C2
The chronic habits of the sickly soul	C2
And round the heart and o'er the aching head	D2
Mild opiates here their sober influence shed	D2
Now bid thy soul man's busy scenes exclude	E2
And view composed this silent multitude	E2
Silent they are but though deprived of sound	F2
Here all the living languages abound	F2
Here all that live no more preserved they lie	G2
In tombs that open to the curious eye	G2
Blest be the gracious Power who taught mankind	P
To stamp a lasting image of the mind	P
Beasts may convey and tuneful birds may sing	H2
Their mutual feelings in the opening spring	H2
But Man alone has skill and power to send	I2
The heart's warm dictates to the distant friend	I2
'Tis his alone to please instruct advise	J
Ages remote and nations yet to rise	J
In sweet repose when Labour's children sleep	J2
When Joy forgets to smile and Care to weep	J2
When Passion slumbers in the lover's breast	A
And Fear and Guilt partake the balm of rest	A
Why then denies the studious man to share	F
Man's common good who feels his common care	F
Because the hope is his that bids him fly	G2
Night's soft repose and sleep's mild power defy	G2
That after ages may repeat his praise	K2
And fame's fair meed be his for length of days	K2
Delightful prospect when we leave behind	P
A worthy offspring of the fruitful mind	P
Which born and nursed through many an anxious day	V
Shall all our labour all our care repay	V
Yet all are not these births of noble kind	P
Not all the children of a vigorous mind	P
But where the wisest should alone preside	L2
The weak would rule us and the blind would guide	L2
Nay man's best efforts taste of man and show	M2
The poor and troubled source from which they flow	M2
Where most he triumphs we his wants perceive	N2
And for his weakness in his wisdom grieve	N2
But though imperfect all yet wisdom loves	O2
This seat serene and virtue's self approves	P2
Here come the grieved a change of thought to find	P
The curious here to feed a craving mind	P
Here the devout their peaceful temple choose	Q2
And here the poet meets his favouring Muse	Q2
With awe around these silent walks I tread	D2
These are the lasting mansions of the dead	D2
'The dead ' methinks a thousand tongues reply	G2
'These are the tombs of such as cannot die '	-
Crown'd with eternal fame they sit sublime	R2
'And laugh at all the little strife of time '	-
Hail then immortals ye who shine above	S2
Each in his sphere the literary Jove	S2
And ye the common people of these skies	J
A humbler crowd of nameless deities	G
Whether 'tis yours to lead the willing mind	P
Through History's mazes and the turnings find	P
Or whether led by Science ye retire	C
Lost and bewilder'd in the vast desire	T2
Whether the Muse invites you to her bowers	U2
And crowns your placid brows with living flowers	U2
Or godlike Wisdom teaches you to show	M2
The noblest road to happiness below	M2
Or men and manners prompt the easy page	B2
To mark the flying follies of the age	B2
Whatever good ye boast that good impart	N
Inform the head and rectify the heart	N
Lo all in silence all in order stand	V2
And mighty folios first a lordly band	V2
Then quartos their well order'd ranks maintain	D
And light octavos fill a spacious plain	D
See yonder ranged in more frequented rows	S
A humbler band of duodecimos	S
While undistinguish'd trifles swell the scene	Z
The last new play and fritter'd magazine	Z
Thus 'tis in life where first the proud the	W2
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great	X2
In leagued assembly keep their cumbrous state	X2
Heavy and huge they fill the world with dread	D2
Are much admired and are but little read	D2
The commons next a middle rank are found	F2
Professions fruitful pour their offspring round	F2
Reasoners and wits are next their place allowed	X
And last of vulgar tribes a countless crowd	X
First let us view the form the size the	W2
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dress	S
For these the manners nay the mind express	S
That weight of wood with leathern coat o'erlaid	X
Those ample clasps of solid metal made	X
The close press'd leaves unclosed for many an age	B2
The dull red edging of the well fill'd page	B2
On the broad back the stubborn ridges roll'd	X
Where yet the title stands in tarnish'd gold	X
These all a sage and labour'd work proclaim	Y2
A painful candidate for lasting fame	Y2
No idle wit no trifling verse can lurk	Z2
In the deep bosom of that weighty work	Z2
No playful thoughts degrade the solemn style	A3
Nor one light sentence claims a transient smile	A3
Hence in these times untouch'd the pages lie	G2
And slumber out their immortality	X
They HAD their day when after after all his toil	B3
His morning study and his midnight oil	B3
At length an author's ONE great work appeared	X
By patient hope and length of days endear'd	X
Expecting nations hail'd it from the press	S
Poetic friends prefix'd each kind address	S
Princes and kings received the pond'rous gift	X
And ladies read the work they could not lift	X
Fashion though Folly's child and guide of fools	S
Rules e'en the wisest and in learning rules	S
From crowds and courts to 'Wisdom's seat she goes	S
And reigns triumphant o'er her mother's foes	S
For lo these fav'rites of the ancient mode	X
Lie all neglected like the Birthday Ode	X
Ah needless now this weight of massy chain	D
Safe in themselves the once loved works remain	D
No readers now invade their still retreat	X
None try to steal them from their parent seat	X
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George Crabbe

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