EL EGY II. On pofthumous reputation. To a friend. GRIEF of griefs! that envy's frantic ire Should rob the living virtue of its praife! O foolish mufes! that with zeal aspire To deck the cold infenfate shrine with bays! When the free spirit quits her humble frame, To tread the skies with radiant garlands crown'd, Say, will fhe hear the distant voice of fame ? Or hearing, fancy sweetness in the found? Perhaps ev'n genius pours a flighted lay; Perhaps ev'n friendship sheds a fruitless tear; Tho' weeping virgins haunt his favour'd urn, The loit'ring fragrance will it reach the skies? No, fhou'd his DELIA Votive wreaths prepare, Yet the dear hope of DELIA's future care Once crown'd his pleasures, and difpell'd his pain. Yes Yes-the fair prospect of surviving praise Shall then our youths, who fame's bright fabric raise, Is it small transport, as with curious eye You trace the story of each Attic fage, To mark the day, when, thro' the bulky tome, Led by that index where true genius fhines? Ah let not BRITONS doubt their focial aim, ? VOL. I. C ELEGY EL EGY III. On the untimely death of a certain learned acquaintance. F proud PYGMALION quit his cumbrous frame, Funereal pomp the fcanty tear fupplies; Whilft heralds loud with venal voice proclaim, Lo! here the brave and the puiffant lies. When humbler ALCON leaves his drooping friends, He little knew the fly penurious art; That odious art which fortune's fav'rites know Form'd to beftow, he felt the warmest heart, But envious fate forbade him to bestow. He little knew to ward the fecret wound ; He little knew that mortals cou'd enfnare; Virtue he knew; the nobleft joy he found, To fing, her glories, and to paint her fair! Ill was he skill'd to guide his wand'ring fheep.; Ye fons of wealth! protect the mufe's train; He lov❜d a nymph: amidst his slender store, His nymph was fair; the sweetest bud that blows, Sweet bird! enamour'd of the sweetest flow'r! Fie lov'd the mufe; fhe taught him to complain; He lov'd the mufe, altho' fhe taught in vain; She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors; He wish'd for wealth, for much he wifh'd to give; The penfive profpect fadden'd all his strain. I faw him faint! I faw him fink to reft! Like one ordain'd to fwell the vulgar throng; As tho' the virtues had not warm'd his breast, As tho' the mufes not infpir'd his tongue. I faw his bier ignobly crofs the plain; Saw peafant hands the pious rite fupply: The generous ruftics mourn'd the friendly fwain, But pow'r and wealth's unvarying cheek was dry! Such ALCON fell; in meagre want forlorn! ELEGY |