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Fox 223

Seward 237


Fitzpatrick 217
Verses sent to a young Lady with the new edition
of Shakespeare

Carlise 221
Verfcs on Mro. Crewe
Rhapsody on Taite

Carlise 215
Elegy written in the Garden of a Friend Mason 227
Elegy written in a Country Church Yard

Gray 231
Elegy on Captain Cook
Death of Alico

Edwards 249
Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttleton

Lyttletor 251 Verses making Part of an Epitaph on the same Lady

ditte 751 Monody on Major Andre ! Benvard. 363 Ode to John Howard, Esq;

Hayley 281 2


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H! who can tell how hard it is to climb

The steep where Fame's proud temple shinesafár !!
Ah! who can tell how many a foul sublime
Has felt the influence of malignant ftar,

d with Fortune an eternal war!
Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown,
And Poverty's unconquerable bar,

In life's low vale remote has pined alone,
Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown!

And yet, the languor of inglorious days,
Not equally oppressive is to all.
Hini who ne'er listenid to the voice of praise,
The filence of neglect can ne'er appal.
There are, who, deaf to mad Ambition's call,
Wou'd shrink to hear th' obftreperous trump of Fame
Supremely blest if to their portion fall

Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had He, whose fimple tale these artless lines pros III. This fapient age disclains all classic lore ; Else I should bere in cunning phrase display, How forth THE MINSTREL fared in days of yoreg. Right glad of heart, though homely in array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And, from his bending Moulder, decent hung His harp, the fole companion of his way, ,

Which to the whilling wind responfive rung :: And ever as he went some merry lay lie sung.


IV. Tret not yourselves, ye filken fons of pride, That a poor wanderer Mould inspire my train, The muses fortune's fickle smile deride, Nor ever bow the knee in Mammon's fane ; Tif their delights are with the village train, Whom nature's law's engage, and nature's charms : They hate the sensual, and scorn the vain ;

The parasite their influence never warms, Nor him whose fordid soul the love of wealth alarms.


Though richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn,
Yet horror screams from his discordaut throat.
Rife, fons of harmony, and hail the morni,
While warbling larks on russet pinions float;
Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote,
Where the grey linnets carol from the hillo
O let them ne'er with artificial note,

To please a tyrant, Atrain the little bill,
But sing what heaven inspires, and wander where they


Liberal, not lavil, is kind nature's hand;
Nor was perfection made for nian below.
Yet all lier schemes with nicest art are plann',
Good counteracting ill, and gladness wo.
With gold and.gems if Chilian mountains glowgi

If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ;
There plague and poison, luit and rapine grow;

Here peaceful are ihe valçs, and pure the skies, And freedom fires the soul, and sparkles in the eyes.

VII. Then grieve not, thou to whom the indulgent Myse Vouchlafes a portion of celellial fire ; Nor blame the partial Fates, if they refuse Th'imperial banquet, and the rich'attire. Know thine own worth and reverence the lyre. Wilt thou debale the heart which God refin'd ; No; let the heaven-taught soul, to heaven aspire

To fancy, freedom, harmony, refign'd; Ambition's groveling crew for ever left behind.

VIII. Canst thou forego the pure

etherial soul In each fine sente so exquisitely keen, On the dull couch of Luxury to loll, Stung with disease, and stupisied with spleen; Fain to implore the aid of Flattery's screen, Even from thyself thy loathsome heart to hide, (The mansion then no more of joy serene)

Where fear, distrust, malevolence, abide,
And impotent defire, and disappointed pride?

O how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which Nature to her vot’ry yields !
The warbling woodland, the resounding fore,

pomp of groves, and garniture of fields;
All that ihe genial ray of morning gilds,
And all thai echoes to the song of even,
All that the mountain's sheltering bosom fields,

And all the dread magnificence of heaven,
O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven!

X. These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.

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