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<p>What else <del>can u</del> unveils the proud & solemn gravity<lb/> | |||
''This | Of insolent pretense? What else can reach<lb/> | ||
A monarch or a minister depravity<lb/> | |||
They are beyond the flight of common <unclear>spirit</unclear><lb/> | |||
With all its pardon asking, cringing <del>gr</del><add>su</add>avity<lb/> | |||
Ridicule's sharpen'd lanes can make a breach<lb/> | |||
Which widens of itself – & then delusion<lb/> | |||
With all its troops disperse in their confusion.</p> | |||
<p>This very position will, I know be doubted<lb/> | |||
By wisdom's counterfeits & wit's sterility<lb/> | |||
It will be sneered at, scoff'd at, scorn'd & scouted<lb/> | |||
By solemn cant, self-seeking sham humility<lb/> | |||
By priests & knaves – who clamorously have <unclear>shouted</unclear><lb/> | |||
O'er man's – poor man's – sad slavery & servility:<lb/> | |||
But I maintain it – it will stand the <del><unclear>death</unclear></del> <add>shock</add><lb/> | |||
Of truth & time – <del>of touchstones all the best.</del> <add>midst waves & winds a rock.</add></p> | |||
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What else can u unveils the proud & solemn gravity
Of insolent pretense? What else can reach
A monarch or a minister depravity
They are beyond the flight of common spirit
With all its pardon asking, cringing grsuavity
Ridicule's sharpen'd lanes can make a breach
Which widens of itself – & then delusion
With all its troops disperse in their confusion.
This very position will, I know be doubted
By wisdom's counterfeits & wit's sterility
It will be sneered at, scoff'd at, scorn'd & scouted
By solemn cant, self-seeking sham humility
By priests & knaves – who clamorously have shouted
O'er man's – poor man's – sad slavery & servility:
But I maintain it – it will stand the death shock
Of truth & time – of touchstones all the best. midst waves & winds a rock.
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sir john bowring |
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