Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
Lines to Alexander PopeDavid Lewis
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Its own celestial fire;
While critics, and while bards in rage,
Admiring, won’t admire:
And envious tongues decry;
These times, though many a friend bewail,
These times bewail not I.
And spleen no more shall blame:
When with thy Homer thou shalt shine
In one unclouded fame:
Devote a wreath to thee;
That day, (for come it will,) that day
Shall I lament to see.