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Sonnet LXVIII. On The Posthumous Fame Of Doctor Johnson.

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Well it becomes thee, Britain, to avow         JOHNSON's high claims! - yet boasting that his fires         Were of unclouded lustre, TRUTH retires         Blushing, and JUSTICE knits her solemn brow;      The eyes of GRATITUDE withdraw the glow         His moral strain inspir'd. - Their zeal requires         That thou should'st better guard the sacred Lyres,         Sources of thy bright fame, than to bestow      Perfection's wreath on him, whose ruthless hand,         Goaded by jealous rage, the laurels tore,         That JUSTICE, TRUTH, and GRATITUDE demand      Should deck those Lyres till Time shall be no more. -         A radiant course did Johnson's Glory run,         But large the spots that darken'd on its Sun.

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