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While, heap'd his master's feet around,
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THE DEATH OF HOEL.
FROM THE WELSH.
[This Ode is extracted from the Gododin.
See Mr. Evans's Specimens, p. 94.]
HAD I but the torrent's might,
Nectar, that the bees produce, Or the grape's ecstatic juice. · Flush'd with mirth and hope they burn: But none from Cattraeth's vale return, Save Aëron brave, and Conan strong, (Bursting thro’ the bloody throng) And I, the meanest of them all, That live to weep and sing their fall.
A LONG STORY.
(Mr. Gray's Elegy in the Country Church-Yard, be
fore it appeared in print, was handed about in manuscript; and amongst other eminent personages who saw and admired it, was the Lady Cobham, who resided at the Mansion-House at Stoke-Pogeis. The performance induced her to wish for the author's acquaintance; and Lady Schaub and Miss Speed, then at her house, undertook to effect it. These two ladies waited upon the author at his aunt's solitary mansion, where he at that time resided; and not finding him at home, they left their names. Mr. Gray, surprised at such a compliment, returned the visit. And as the beginning of this acquaintance wore a little of the face of romance, he soon after gave a fanciful and pleasant account of it in the following copy of verses, which he entitled A Long Story.]
IN Britain's isle, no matter where,
An ancient pile of building stands : 
 The mansion-house at Stoke-Pogeis, then in the possession of Viscountess Cobham. The house for. merly belonged to the Earls of Huntingdon and the family of Hatton.