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With every honour deck his funeral bier,
On tiptoe oft would near the poet steal,
Of all the wonders of th’expanded vale, The distant hamlet, and the winding stream,
The steeple shaded by the friendly yew, Sunk in the wood the sun's departing gleam,
The grey-rob'd landscape stealing from the view.  Or wrapt in solemn thought, and pleasing woe,
O’er each low tomb he breath'd his pious strain,
A lesson to the village swain, And taught the tear of rustic grief to flow ! But soon with bolder note, and wilder flight, O’er the loud strings his rapid hand would run :
Mars hath lit his torch of war, Ranks of heroes fill the sight!
Hark! the carnage is begun!
 This alludes to Mr. Gray's Elegy written in a Country Church-yard.
 The Bard, a Pindaric Ode.
And see the furies through the fiery air
bear!  Now led by playful Fancy's hand O'er the white surge he treads with printless feet,
To magic shores he flies, and fairy land, Imagination's blest retreat.
Here roses paint the crimson way,
No setting sun, eternal May,
To harmony each hill and valley rung!
The bird of Jove, as when Apollo sung, To melting bliss resign’d his furious soul, With milder rage his eyes began to roll,
The heaving down his thrilling joys confest, Till by a mortal's hand subdued he sunk to rest. (59] O, guardian angel of our early day,
Henry, thy darling plant must bloom no more!
 The Progress of Poetry, a Pindaric Ode.  Ode on a distant Prospect of Eton College.
By thee attended, pensive would he stray,
Through life's new seas the little bark to steer ; The winds are rude and high, the sailor young;
Thoughtless he spies no furious tempest near,
Your dreadful reign :
The snakes that twine about thy head
Her threatening rage beguile?
To happier seats is fled !
 Hymn to Adversity.
Now seated by his Thracian sire,
At the full feast of mighty Jove To heavenly themes attunes his lyre,
And fills with harmony the realms above! LINES
THE MEMORY OF MR. GRAY,
IXTRACTED FROM THE THIRD BOOK OF
MASON'S “ ENGLISH GARDEN.”
CLOS'D is that curious ear, by death's cold hand,
Mr. Gray died July 31st, 1771. This book was begun a few months after. The three following lines