Of nobler minds, and push them night and day. 155
Or join the caravan in quest of scenes
New to your eyes, and shifting every hour;
Beyond the Alps, beyond the Apennines.
Or, more advent’rous, rush into the field
Where war grows hot; and, raging thro’ the sky, 160
The lofty trumpet swells the maddening soul:
And in the hardy camp and toilsome march
Forget all softer and less manly cares.
But most too passive, when the blood runs low,