Book ii

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I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

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Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free! They touch our country, and their shackles fall.[418-2]

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Fast-anchor'd isle.

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England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country![418-3]

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Presume to lay their hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause.

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Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.

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There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know.[419-1]

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Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.

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Reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene.

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Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not.

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Variety 's the very spice of life.[419-2]

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She that asks Her dear five hundred friends.

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His head, Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er, Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.

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Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall!

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Great contest follows, and much learned dust.

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From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up.[419-3]

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How various his employments whom the world Calls idle, and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too!

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Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

_The Task.