Pleafing when youth is long expir'd, to trace ari naiw The forms our pencil, or our pen defign'd! 52 "Such was our youthful air and shape and face!wy 3 "Such the foft image of our youthful mind!

Soft whilft we sleep beneath the rural bow'rs, 've d'I The loves and graces steal unseen away ;1' 9 media! And where the turf diffus'd its pomp of flow'rs,

We wake to wintry fcenes of chill decay!!hot A

Praise the foft hours that gave thee to her arms 3 { Paint thy proud fcorn of ev'ry vulgar care,

When hope exalts thee, or when doubt alarms.

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Where with ŒNONE thou haft worn the day,.0.16% Near fount or ftream, in meditation, rove; d

If in the grove NONE lov'd to ftray,

The faithful mufe fhall meet thee in the grove.

GRIEF of griefs! that envy's frantic ire T
Should rob the living virtue of its praife! de

O foolish mufes! that with zeal aspire

To deck the cold infenfate fhrine with bays!

When the free spirit quits her humble frame,
To tread the fries with radiant garlands crown'a,
Say, will the hear the diftant voice of fame ?
Or hearing, fancy sweetness in the found ?...

Perhaps ev'n genius pours a flighted lays
Perhaps ev'n friendship sheds a fruitless tear;
Ev'n LYTTELTON but vainly trims the bay,
And fondly graces HAMMOND's mournfal bier.

Tho' weeping virgins haunt his favour'd urn,

Renew their chaplets, and repeat their fighs;

Tho', near his tomb, Sabæan odours burn, 1
The loit'ring fragrance will it reach the skies?

No, fhou'd his DELIA votive wreaths prepare,"
DELIA might place the votive wreaths in vain :
Yet the dear hope of DELIA's future care

Once crown'd his pleasures, and dispell'd his pain.

Yes-the fair profpect of furviving praife

Can ev'ry sense of present joy excel :
For this, great HADRIAN chofe laborious days;
Thro' this, expiring, bade a gay farewel.

Shall then our youths, who fame's bright fabric raise,
To life's precarious date confine their care!?
O teach them you, to spread the facred bafe,

To plan a work, thro' latest ages fair!

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Is it fmall tranfport, as with curious eye
You trace the ftory of each attic fage,

To think your blooming praise fha'l time defy?
Shall waft like odours thro' the pleafing page?

To mark the day, when, thro' the bulky tome,
Around your name the varying flyle refines?
And readers call their loft attention home,

Led by that index where true genius fhines?

Ah let not BRITONS doubt their focial aim,
Whofe ardent bosoms catch this ancient fire!
Cold intereft melts before the vivid flame,
And patriot ardours, but with life, expire!

ELEGY

烧肉

III.

On the untimely death of a certain learned

acquaintance.

IF 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,
Pageant nor plume diftinguish ALCON's bier;

The faithful mufe with votive fong attends,

And blots the mournful numbers with a tear.
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He

He little knew the fly penurious art;

That odious art which fortune's fav'rites know;
Form'd to bestow, 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 noblett joy he found,

To fing her glories, and to paint her fair!

Ill was he skill'd to guide his wand'ring sheep;
And unforeseen disaster thin'd his fold;
Yet, at another's lofs, the fwain would weep ;
And, for his friend, his very crook were fold.

Ye fons of wealth! protect the muse's train ;
From winds protect them, and with food fupply;
Ah! helpless they, to ward the threaten'd pain!
The meagre famine, and the wintry sky!

He lov'd a nymph: amidst his flender store,

He dar'd to love; and CYNTHIA was his theme;
He breath'd his plaints along the rocky shore,
They only echo'd o'er the winding ftream.

His nymph was fair! the sweetest bud that blows,
Revives lefs lovely from the recent show'r;

So PHILOMEL enamour'd eyes the rofe;

Sweet bird! enamour'd of the sweetest flow'r!

He

He lov'd the mufe; fhe taught him to complain;
He faw his tim'rous loves on her depend;
He lov'd the muse, altho' fhe taught in vain;
He lov'd the muse, for she was virtue's friend.

She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors;
She wins the ear when formal pleas are vain ;
She tempts patricians from the fatal doors

Of vice's brothel, forth to virtue's fane,

He wish'd for wealth, for much he wish'd to give ;
He griev'd that virtue might not wealth obtain ;
Piteous of woes, and hopeless to relieve,

The penfive profpect fadden'd all his ftrain.

I faw him faint! I faw him fink to rest!

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 cross the plain s
Saw peafant hands the pious rite supply:
The generous ruftics mourn'd the friendly swain,
But pow'r and wealth's unvarying cheek was dry!.

Such ALCON fell; in meagre want forlorn!
Where were ye then ye powerful patrons, where?
Wou'd ye the purple fhou'd your limbs adorn,
Go wash the confcious blemish with a tear.