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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.002 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. II. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 218-219. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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An ODE . By the Same . I. TOO anxious for the publick weal , Awhile suspend the toilsome strife ! O think if Britain claim thy zeal , Thy friends and Britain claim thy life ! II . Thy gen'rous , free , and active soul , Inspir'd by glory's sacred flame , Springs ardent to the distant goal , And strains the weaker mortal frame . III . Happy whom reason deigns to guide , Secure within the golden mean , Who shuns the Stoic's senseless pride , Nor wallows with the herd obscene . IV . He nor with brow severely bent , Chides pleasure's smiling train away ; Nor careless of life's great intent , With folly wastes each heedless day . V. But from the mountain's lofty height , Now nature's mighty frame surveys ; And now descending with delight , Along the humble valley strays . VI . So have I seen thee gain applause , Tho' faction rag'd , from Britain's peers ; Then glorious in thy country's cause , Go whisper love in Chloe's ears .