There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
There died the best of passions, love and fame.
There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
There died the best of passions, love and fame.
On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
The fine delight that fathers thought the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenchd faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song.
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