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William Cowper - On The Death Of The Vice-Chancellor, A Physician (Translated From Milton)William Cowper - On The Death Of The Vice-Chancellor, A Physician (Translated From Milton)
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Learn ye nations of the earth The condition of your birth, Now be taught your feeble state, Know, that all must yield to Fate! If the mournful Rover, Death, Say but once-resign your breath- Vainly of escape you dream, You must pass the Stygian stream. Could the stoutest overcome Death`s assault, and baffle Doom, Hercules had both withstood Undiseas`d by Nessus` blood. Ne`er had Hector press`d the plain By a trick of Pallas slain, Nor the Chief to Jove allied By Achilles` phantom died. Could enchantments life prolong, Circe, saved by magic song, Still had liv`d, and equal skill Had preserv`d Medea still. Dwelt in herbs and drugs a pow`r To avert Man`s destin`d hour, Learn`d Machaon should have known Doubtless to avert his own. Chiron had survived the smart Of the Hydra-tainted dart, And Jove`s bolt had been with ease Foil`d by Asclepiades. Thou too, Sage! of whom forlorn Helicon and Cirrha mourn, Still had`st filled thy princely place, Regent of the gowned race, Had`st advanc`d to higher fame Still, thy much-ennobled name, Nor in Charon`s skiff explored The Tartarean gulph abhorr`d. But resentful Proserpine, Jealous of thy skill divine, Snapping short thy vital thread Thee too number`d with the Dead. Wise and good! untroubled be The green turf that covers thee, Thence in gay profusion grow All the sweetest flow`rs that blow! Pluto`s Consort bid thee rest! Oeacus pronounce thee blest! To her home thy shade consign, Make Elysium ever thine!
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