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A CHARACTER IN THE ANTITHETICAL MANNER.
ОглавлениеI marvel how Nature could ever find space
For the weight and the levity seen in his face:
There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom,
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.
There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength, as if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that’s soft to disease,
Would be rational peace — a philosopher’s ease.
There’s indifference, alike when he fails and succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there needs,
Pride where there’s no envy, there’s so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.
There’s freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she’s there.
There’s virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants, heaven knows what, to be worthy the name.
What a picture! ‘tis drawn without nature or art,
— Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart,
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd, such a kind happy creature as he.