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have t~st~d the nectar of hutr_~an appJause, I have heard the sweet music of fame, But my soul feels a craving, an indwelling flame That vvill give her no rest or repose. ·-.'
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The fair treasures of for~une I hold in rny ..grasp, A·l l the goods hoa rded riches -can buv, And with these ca~1 I not all life's evils defy, Though around-me they fall thick and fast. Ah! IIi vain have I trusted to wealth's boasted power, ·, ." · Now I stand :On the brink of the grave; All the gold ever minted ispowerless to save -Or to drive the dark spectres away.