Haply some hoary-headed Swain may say,

• Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn

• Brushing with hafty steps the dews away

« To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

• There at the foot of yonder nodding beech

That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,

. His listless length at noontide would he stretch,

And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

• Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,

. Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove,

Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,

. Or craz’d with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.

One

One morn I miss’d him on the custom'd hill,

Along the heath and near his fav’rite tree;

Another came ; 'nor yet beside the rill,

« Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ;

• The next with dirges due in fad array

• Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him born,

Approach and read (for thou can'ft read) the lay,

• Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn,

Τ Η Ε Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.

A ,

Large was his bounty, and his soul fincere,

Heav'n did a recompençe as largely send :

He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,

He gain'd

from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend,

No farther seck his merits to disclose,

Or draru bis frailties from their dread abode,

(* There they alike in trembling lope reposé,)

The bosom of his Father and his God.

-paventosa fpeme.

Petrarcb. Son. 114.

THE

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ODE on a Distant Prospect of Eton COLLEGE

HYMN to ADVERSITY

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The PROGRESS of Poesy. A Pindaric Ode

The BARD. A Pindaric Ode

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The TRIUMPHS of Owen. A Fragment 97

ELEGY written in a COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD 107

F I N I S.

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