Hope-raised and soften’d, to those heartless men;
That dark-brow’d stern Director, pleased to show
Knowledge of subjects I disdain’d to know;
Cold and controlling - but ’tis gone - ’tis past;
I had my trial, and have peace at last.”
Now grew the youth resigned: he bade adieu
To all that hope, to all that fancy drew;
His frame was languid, and the hectic heat
Flush’d on his pallid face, and countless beat
The quick’ning pulse, and faint the limbs that bore