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tenderness of sentiment he has endeavoured to impress* he begs the metre also may not be too suddenly condemned. The public ear, habituated os late to a quicker measure, may perhaps consider this as heavy and languid; but an objection of that kind may gradually lose its force, if this measure should be allowed to suit the nature of elegy.
If it shoidd happen to be considered as an objection with others, that there is too much of a moral cast diffused through the whole; it is replied, that he endeavoured to animate the poetry so far as not to render this objection too obvious; or to risque excluding the fashionable reader: at the same time never deviating from a fixed principle, that poetry without morality is but the blossom of a fruit-tree. Poetry is indeed like that species of plants, which may bear at once both fruits and blossoms, and the tree is by na means in perfection without the former, however it may be embellished by the sowers which surround it.
He arrives at his retirement in the country, and takes occasion to expatiate in praise of simplicity. To a . friend. ,
FOR rural virtues, and for native skies,
0 may that genius, which secures my rest,
Ne 'er may my vintage glad the sordid breast!
Far from these paths, ye faithless friends, depart!
Fly my plain board, abhor my hostile name! Hence! the faint verse that flows not from the heart,
But mourns in labour'd strains, the price of fame!
O O lov'd simplicity! be thine the prize!
Assiduous art correct her page in vain! His be the palm who, guiltless of disguise,
Contemns the pow'r, the dull resource to feign!
Still may the mourner, lavish of his tears
Still may the bard dissembling doubts and fears,
Soft as the line of love-sick Hammond flows,
-Ah! never could Aonia's hill disclose
Ye- loveless bards! intent with artful pains
Forgo your Pindus, and on plains
Survey Camilla's charms, and grow sincere.
But thou, my friend! while in thy youthful soul
Write from thy bosom—let not art controul
Pleasing when youth is long expir'd, to trace
"Such was our youthful air and shape and face!
Soft whilst we steep beneath the rural bow'rs,
And where the turf disfus'd its pomp of flow'rs,
Curse the sad fortune that detains thy fair;
Praise the soft hours that gave thee to her arms; Paint thy proud scorn of ev'ry vulgar care,
When hope exalts thee, or when doubt alarms.
Where with Gekone thou hast worn the day,
If in the grove Genone lov'd to stray,
ELEGY ELEGY II.
On posthumous reputation. To a friend.
OG R IE F of griefs! that envy's frantic ire
To deck the cold insensate shrine with bays!
When the free spirit quits her humble frame,
To tread the skies with radiant garlands crown'd,
Say, will she hear the distant voice of fame?
Perhaps ev'n genius pours a slighted lay;
Perhaps ev'n friendship sheds a fruitless tear; Ev'n Lyttelton but vainly trims the bay,
And fondly graces Hammond's mournful bier.
Tho' weeping virgins haunt his favour'd urn,
Tho', near his tomb, Sabæan odours burn,
No, shou'd his Delia votive wreaths prepare,
Yet the dear hope of Delia's future care
Once crown'd his pleasures, and dispell'd his pain.