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_Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller_.
How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
Our own felicity we make or find.
With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
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_Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village_.
Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.
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_From Dr. Madden's_ "_Boulter's Monument_."
_Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson_. 1745.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
_Basselas_. Chapter i.
Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers
of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms
of hope; who expect that age will perform
the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies
of the present day will be supplied by
the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas,
Prince of Abyssinia.
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_Epitaph on Robert Levett_.
In Misery's darkest cavern known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish poured his groan,
And lonely Want retired to die.
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_Epitaph on Claudius Phillips, the Musician_.
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