It was some spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd
O'er thy young mind such wildly-various power!
My soul hath marked thee in her shaping hour,
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Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry! Writhes inly from the bosom-probing glance Th' Apostate by the brainless rout adores, very fine poem. tony