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The blissful Muse, whose favouring smile
So lately warm’d his peaceful breast,
In Transport's radiant garments drest,
Ting'd with the pomp of vernal pride, -
And idly sport on Thames's side,
Glide along in sullen mood,
High above Misfortune's flood?
 Ode on Spring.
Obedient Nature hears the lofty sound,
With arms outstretch'd, and aspects kind,
The child of Fancy left behind :
But ah ! in vain they strive to sooth,
With gentle arts, the tort'ring hours ;
Her baleful gifts profusely pours.
Array'd in Horror's settled gloom;
And triumphs in th’ infernal doom.
Breathes thro’ the heart the melting strain ;
Hymn to Adversity.
The powers of Harmony are mute,
And leave the once-delightful plain ;
Yet stay, O! stay, celestial pow'rs,
And with a hand of kind regard
Destructive on the fav’rite bard;
Hark the fatal Sisters join,
And with Horror's mutt’ring sounds, .
« Drive the shuttle swift along;
“ O'er the valiant and the strong,
« O'er the innocent and gay,
“ Weave the fun’ral web of Gray.”
The Fatal Sisters, an Ode.
"Tis done, 'tis done—the iron hand of pain,
With ruthless fury and corrosive force, Racks every joint, and seizes every
Tho' once so sweet, so lovely to the eye:
Torn from the earth, a mighty ruin lie,
Now let the stream of fond affection flow;
With all the manly dignity of woe.
With solem pause yon Church-yard's gloom survey, While Sorrow's sighs and tears of Pity tell
How just the moral of the Poet's lay.
O’er his green grave, in Contemplation's guise,
Oft let the pilgrím drop a silent tear : Oft let the shepherd's tender accents rise,
Big with the sweets of each revolving year: Till prostrate Time adore his deathless name,
Fix'd on the solid base of adamantine fame.
 Elegy in a Country Church-Yard.