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“ Confess her scanty power, correct, controul,
« Tell her how far, nor farther, she may go;
« And rein with reason's curb fantastic taste."

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Yes, I will hear thee, dear lamented shade,
And hold each dictate sacred. What remains
Unsung shall so each leading rule select
As if still guided by thy judgment sage;
While, as still modell’d to thy curious ear,
Flow

my

melodious numbers; so shall praise, If aught of praise the verse I weave may claim, From just posterity reward my song,

FRAGMENT OF AN ODE

ON THE

DEATH OF MR. GRAY.

Fair are the gardens of the Aonian mount,

And sweet those blooming flow'rs

Which paint the Maiden's bow'rs.
And clear the waters of the gurgling fount:

Swift they wind through chequer'd allies;

Huddling down to th’ open vallies ; Where the quick ripple in the sunbeams plays, Turning to endless forms each glance of twinkling

blaze.

O'er the gay scene th' enamour'd inmates roam:
And gather fresh ideas as they rise
From Nature's manifold supplies.

Alas! for whom !
Many a gleam of sprightly thought,

Many a sad and sable mood,
Whether from dazzling lustre brought,
Or nurs’d by shades of darksome wood,

Keep death-like silence on their native shore,
Since he, that gave them speech, is heard no more.

Flown is the spirit of GRAY
Like common breath to mingle with the air :
Yet still those Goddesses peculiar care,

That to breathe harmonious lay.
Retir'd to yonder grassy mound
In leaves of dusky hue encompass'd round,

They bid their plaintive accents fill
The covert hollows of the bosom'd hill :

With liquid voice and magic hand

Calliope informs the band : Hush'd are the warblers of the grove, attentive to

the sound.

66 Soft and slow

" Let the melting measures flow,
“ Nor lighter air disturb majestic woe.
“ And thou, sage Priestess [62]of our holy fire,

" Who saw'st the Poet's flame expire,
“ Thy precious drops profusely shed

“ O'er his well-deserving head.
“ Thou nurtur'dst once a grateful throng,

[62] Cambridge University, where Gray died.

" When Milton pour'd the sweets of song

“ On Lycidas sunk low[63]. « Now wake that faithfullyremute Dulness

6 reigns : “ Your echoes waft no more the friendly theme; “ Clogg'd with thick vapours from the neighb'ring

“ plains, “ Where old Cam hardly moves his sluggard

66 stream, “ But when some public cause « Claims festive song, or more melodious tear, “ Discordant murmurs grate mine ear.

“ Ne'er modeld by Pierian laws, " Then idly glares full many a motley toy, u Anacreontic grief, and creeping strains of joy.

6 Far other modes were thine,

66 Victim of hasty fate, " Whom now the powers of melody deplore;

“Whether in lofty state[64]

“ Thou bad'st thy train divine “ Of raptures on Pindaric pinions soar:

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[63]In 1638 the University published a volume of poems to the memory of Mr. Edward King, Milton's Lycidas.

[64] See Gray's Pindaric Odes.

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“ Or hoping from thyself to fly

“ To childhoods careless scenes(65), 56 Thou sen 'st a warm refreshing eye

66 Ou Nature's faded greens: “ Or when thy calm and steadfast mind

“ With philosophic reach profound “ Sell pleasing vanities resign'd,

“ Fond of the look, that loves the ground[66] ; “ Discern’d by Reason's equal light, “How gaudy Fortune cheats the sight;

“ While the coarse maid, inur’d to pain, “ Supports the lab'ring heart, and Virtue's happiest

« reign. “ But most the music of thy plaintive moan[67]

“ With lengthen’d note detains the list’ning ear, “ As lost in thought thou wander'st all alone

“ Where spirits hover round their mansions drear.

By Contemplation's eye serenely view'd,

“ Each lowly object wears an awful mien : “ 'Tis our own blindness veils the latent good :

" The works of Nature need but to be seen.

[65] Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College. [66] Hymn to Adversity. [67] Church-yard Elegy.

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