But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul.
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