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executors in the execution of their office, I do, as far as the law will permit me, hereby revoke and make void all fuch bequests or legacies as I had given to that person or perfons, and give it to be divided between my faid executors and refiduary legatees, whofe integrity and kindness I have so long experienced, and who can beft judge of my true intention and meaning. In witnefs whereof, I have hereunto fet my hand and feal this fecond day of July, 1770.

THOMAS GRAY.

Signed, fealed, published, and declared by the faid Thomas Gray, the teftator, as, and for, his laft will and teftament, in the prefence of us; who in his prefence, and at his request, and in the prefence of each other, have

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have figned our names as witneffes hereto,

RICHARD BAKER,

THOMAS WILSON,

JOSEPH TURNEr.

Proved at London the twelfth of August, 1771, before the Worshipful Andrew Coltre Ducarel, Doctor of Laws, and Surrogate, by the oaths of the Reverend William Mafon, Clerk, Master of Arts, and the Reverend James Browne, Clerk, Mafter of Arts, the executors; to whom administration was granted, having been first sworn duly to adminifter.

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THE

TEARS OF F GENIUS.

AN O D E.

ΤΟ THE

MEMORY OF MR. GRAY.

(By J. T- •)

ON

N Cham's fair banks, where Learning's hallow'd fane

Majestic rises on th' astonish'd fight,

Where oft the mufe has led the favourite swain, And warm'd his foul with Heaven's infpiring light,

Beneath the covert of the fylvan shade,

Where deadly cypress, mix'd with mournful yew, Far o'er the vale a gloomy ftillness spread, Celestial Genius burft upon the view.

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The bloom of youth, the majesty of years,
The foften'd afpect, innocent and kind,
The figh of forrow, and the streaming tears,
Refistless all, their various pow'r combin'd.

In her fair hand a filver harp fhe bore,

Whofe magic notes, foft-warbling from the ftring,

Give tranquil joys the breaft ne'er knew before,
Or raise the foul on rapture's airy wing.
By grief impell'd, I heard her heave a figh,
While thus the rapid strain resounded thro' the sky:

Hafte, ye fifter powers of fong,

Haften from the fhady grove,

Where the river rolls along,
Sweetly to the voice of love.

Where, indulging mirthful pleasures,
Light you prefs the flow'ry green,
And from Flora's blooming treasures
Cull the wreath for fancy's queen :

Where your gently-flowing numbers,
Floating on the fragrant breeze,
Sink the foul in pleasing flumbers,
On the downy bed of eafe.

For

For graver ftrains prepare the plaintive lyre,
That wakes the fofteft feelings of the foul;
Let lonely grief the melting verse inspire,
Let deep'ning forrow's folemn accents roll.

Rack'd by the hand of rude disease,
Behold our fav'rite poet lies!
While every object form'd to please,
Far from his couch ungrateful flies.

The blissful mufe, whofe favouring smile
So lately warm'd his peaceful breast,
Diffufing heavenly joys the while,

In tranfport's radiant garments dreft,

With darksome grandeur and enfeebl❜d blaze, Sinks in the fhades of night, and fhuns his eager gaze.

The gaudy train, who wait on SPRING *,
Ting'd with the pomp of vernal pride,
The youth who mount on pleasure's wing,
And idly fport on Thames's fide,

With cool regard their various arts employ,
Nor roufe the drooping mind, nor give the pause

of joy.

* Ode on SPRING.

+ Ode on the Profpect of ExON COLLEGE.

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