Suppositis quoties resecabant falcibus arva, Ambitio curas ne dedignetur honestas, Stemmata longa patrum, magnæque potentia famæ, Quicquid forma potest addere, quicquid opes, Expectant pariter non evitabile tempus Scilicet ad tumulum ducit Honoris iter. Nec vos, o proceres phalerati, id vertite culpæ, Quid tituli, quid sculpta juvabunt marmora? membris Gloria num tacitas exsuscitet ore favillas ? Forsitan hac etiam neglecta in sede quiescant Dextera, quæ indomitos domuisset inulta Britannos, But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast Th' applause of listening senates to command, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbad: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride Atqui non illis rerum monumenta, nec amplas Plurima, quæ raro splendet fulgore, sub imis Fontibus oceani gemma sepulta latet: Plurimus incultis nequicquam nascitur arvis Flosculus, et vacuum complet odore nemus. Hac, indignatus ruris dare colla tyranno, Nec patriæ temerans fœdera Cæsar aquæ. Imperitare animo pendentis ab ore senatus, Temnere pænarum damna gravesque minas, Per gentes pleno diffundere munera cornu, Et scribi in populi vultubus urbis amor, Sorte negatum illis-nec, quæ virtutibus essent Condere sinceros agitato in pectore motus, Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, They kept the noiseless tenour of their way. Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Their name, their years, spelt by th' unlettered Muse, And many a holy text around she strews, For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, On some fond breast the parting soul relies, For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonoured dead, If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Ambitione procul vesana et lite forensi, Hæc tamen ut pedibus sint ossa intacta profanis, E fragili saxo tollitur urna memor, Quæ versu illepido sculptisque sine arte figuris Musa rudis signat quæ nomina, computat annos, Nam quis pervigilis, sic immemor usque priorum, Delicias animæ deposuisse velit ? Ecquis deseruit lætæ confinia lucis, Nec tulit ad superas ora reflexa plagas? Sese anima in gremium fugitiva receptat amicum, Vel de ferali clamat Natura sepulchro, Te vero, memorem turbæ sine honore jacentis, Si te forte dolens, animo huc compulsus eodem, |