Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er,

Scatters from her pictured urn

Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.[382:4]

The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 2.

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,

Beneath the good how far,—but far above the great.

The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 16.

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Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!

Confusion on thy banners wait!