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HYMN TO IGNORANCE.
[This is supposed to have been written about the year 1742, the time
when Mr. Gray returned to Cambridge.]
H all, Horrors, hail! ye ever gloomy bowers,
Oh say, successful do'st thou still oppose
Oh say—she hears me not, but, careless grown,
Oh! sacred Age! Oh! Times for ever lost! (The Schoolman's glory, and the Churchman's
For ever gone-yet still to Fancy new,
High on her car, behold the Grandam ride
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- -TIOrêYou yaoi; Tùy vào ảo hay Ούτι πω εις Αίδαν γε τον εκλελάθονία φυλαξεις.
A s sickly plants betray a niggard earth,
* In a Note in his Roman History, Mr. Gibbon says, “Instead of « compiling Tables of Chronology and Natural History, why did not « Mr. Gray apply the powers of his genius to finish the philosophic “ poem of which he has left such an exquisite specimen?"
And as in climes, where Winter holds his reign,
This spacious animated scene survey, From where the rolling Orb, that gives the day, His sable sons with nearer course surrounds To either pole, and life's remotest bounds.