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!