before whose sons i'm honour'd to appear?
where every sce, every nobler art,
that inform the mind or mend the heart,
is known; as grateful nations oft have found,
far as the rude barbarian marks the bound.
philosophy, no idle pedant dream,
here holds her search by heaven-taught reason's beam;
here history paints with elegand force
the tide of empire's fluctuating course;
here dougs forms wild shakespeare into pn,
and harley rouses all the god in man.
when well-form'd taste and sparkling wit unite
with manly lore, or female beauty bright,
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