View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,

And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.[539:1]

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 826.

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Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires,

And decorate the verse herself inspires:

This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,—

Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.

English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 839.

Maid of Athens, ere we part,