Briefless they come—repressed their noble rage,
And frozen all their energy of soul.
Full many a mind of purest ray serene
To distant climes th’ unfathomed ocean bears;
Full many a man is born to live unseen—
And eat his fingers—up three pair of stairs.
Some village lawyer,[22] who, with dauntless breast
The Squire or Parson manfully withstood,
Might, perhaps, have drawn one from the inglorious rest,
And flushed his talent with a client’s blood.