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1 FArewell thou dimpled cherub Joy,
2 Thou rose-crown'd, ever-smiling boy,
3 Wont thy sister Hope to lead
4 To dance along the primrose mead!
5 No more, bereft of happy hours,
6 I seek thy lute-resounding bowers,
7 But to yon ruin'd tower repair,
8 To meet the God of groans, Despair;
9 Who, on that ivy-darken'd ground,
10 Still takes at eve his silent round,
11 Or sits yon new-made grave beside,
12 Where lies a frantic Suicide:
13 While labouring sighs my heart-strings break,
14 Thus to the sullen Power I speak:
15 "Haste, with thy poison'd dagger, haste,
16 " To pierce this sorrow-laden breast;
17 "Or lead me at the dead of night,
18 " To some sea-beat mountain's height,
19 "Whence with headlong haste I'll leap
20 " To the dark bosom of the deep;
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21 "Or shew me far from human eye,
22 " Some cave to muse in, starve, and die,
23 "No weeping friend or brother near,
24 " My last fond, faultering words to hear? "
25 'Twas thus with weight of woes opprest,
26 I sought to ease my bruised breast:
27 When straight more gloomy grew the shade,
28 And lo! a tall majestic maid!
29 Her limbs, not delicately fair,
30 Robust, and of a martial air;
31 She bore of steel a polish'd shield,
32 Where highly-sculptur'd I beheld
33 Th' Athenian
a Socrates.
martyr smiling stand,
34 The baleful goblet in his hand;
35 Sparkled her eyes with lively flame,
36 And Patience was the seraph's name;
37 Sternly she look'd, and stern began
38 "Thy sorrows cease, complaining man,
39 " Rouse thy weak soul, appease thy moan,
40 "Soon are the clouds of sadness gone;
41 " Tho' now in Grief's dark groves you walk,
42 "Where griesly fiends around you stalk,
43 " Beyond, a blissful city lies,
44 "Far from whose gates each anguish flies:
45 " Take thou this shield, which once of yore
46 "Ulysses and Alcides wore,
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47 " And which in later days I gave
48 "To Regulus and Raleigh brave;
49 " In exile or in dungeon drear
50 "Their mighty minds could banish fear;
51 " Thy heart no tenfold woes shall feel,
52 "'Twas Virtue temper'd the rough steel,
53 " And, by her heavenly fingers wrought,
54 "To me the precious present brought."


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Title (in Source Edition): ODE AGAINST DESPAIR.
Author: Joseph Warton
Themes: grief; sadness; melancholy
Genres: ode
References: DMI 32522

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Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. II. [The second edition]. London: printed for G. Pearch, 1770, pp. 253-255. 4v. ; 8⁰. (ESTC T116245; DMI 1135; OTA K093079.002) (Page images digitized from a copy in the Bodleian Library [(OC) 280 o.789].)

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