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His labours taught whom Fate compell'd to roam,
From Troy's burnt tow'rs, to seek an unknown home.
And oft, of sport beguil'd, in secret hour,
Dryden and Pope! I own'd your mighty pow'r:
And thine, great Bard! whose heavenly muse display'd,
Man's first offence, and Eden's bow'rs betray'd.
Isis then saw me tread, with willing feet,
Her winding banks, the Muses' lov'd retreat.
Here hoary Science taught me to compare
Truth's genuine light with Falshood's outward glare:
From Troy's burnt tow'rs, to seek an unknown home.
And oft, of sport beguil'd, in secret hour,
Dryden and Pope! I own'd your mighty pow'r:
And thine, great Bard! whose heavenly muse display'd,
Man's first offence, and Eden's bow'rs betray'd.
Isis then saw me tread, with willing feet,
Her winding banks, the Muses' lov'd retreat.
Here hoary Science taught me to compare
Truth's genuine light with Falshood's outward glare:
Iratus Graiis quantum nocuisset Achilles.
Adjecêre bonæ paullo plus artis Athenæ;
Scilicet ut possem curvo dignoscere rectum,
Atque inter sylvas Academi quærere verum.
Hor. Ep. lib. ii, 2.
Adjecêre bonæ paullo plus artis Athenæ;
Scilicet ut possem curvo dignoscere rectum,
Atque inter sylvas Academi quærere verum.
Hor. Ep. lib. ii, 2.
