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While angels with their silver wings o'ershade
The ground, now facred by thy relics made.

So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and faine, How lov’d, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dutt alone remains of thee; Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue. Ev'n he, whole loul now melts in mournful lays, Sha I fhortly want the gen'rous tear he pays! Then from his closing eyes thy form shall part, And the last pang mall tear thee from his heart; Life's idle bus'neís at one galp be o'er, The mule forgot, and thou be lov'd no more !

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HENCE, loathed Melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackett Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and fights wholy!

Find out fome uncooth cell,
Where-brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings,
And the night' raven fings ;
There, under ebon shades, and low-brow'd rocks,
As ragged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.

But come, thou goddess fair and free,
In Heav'n yclep'd Euphrofyne,
And by men, heart-easing Mirth,
Whom lovely Venus at a birth
With two fifter Graces more
To ivy.crowned Bacchus bore;
Or whether (as some fages ling)
The frolic wind that breathes the spring,
Zephyr, with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a maying,
'There on beds of violets blue,
And fresh blown roses wash'd in dew,
Fill’d her with thee, a daughter fair,
So buxom, blythe, and debonair.

Haft thee, Nympth, and bring with thee
Jeft and youthful Jollity,
Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,
Nods and Becks, and wreathed Smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple fleek ;
Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding hoth his fides.
Come and trip it as you go,
On the light fantastic toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain nyınph, sweet Liberty:
And, if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free;
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise:
Then to come in spite of sorrow,
And at my window bid good-morrow,
Through the sweet brier, or the vine,
Or the twisted eglantine :
While the cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkness thin!
And to the stack, or the barn-door,
Stoutly struts his dames before ;
Oft litt'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly roule the Numb'ring morn,
From the side of some hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing frill;
Sometime walking not unseen
By hedge-row elnis, on hillocks green,

Right against the eastern gate, Where the great fun begins his state, · Rob'd in fames, and amber light,

The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the plowman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milk-naid lingeth blythe, And the mower wets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilit the landscape round it measures, Rufet lawns, and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains on whole barren breast The lab’ring clouds do often reft: Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide, Towers and battlements it sees Bosom’d high in tutted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes. Hard by, a cottage chimney linuaks, From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis, met, Are at their favory dinner set Of herbs, and other country meses, Which the neat-handed Phillis drefles; And then in haste hier bow'r fhe leaves, With Theftylis to bind the leaves ; Or if the earlier season lead To the tann'd haycock in the mead. Sometimes with secure delight The uplaud hamlets will invite,

When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocund rebecs found
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the chequer'd shade:
And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holy-day,
'Till the live-long day-light fail;
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How fairy Mab the junkets ate,
She was pinch'd and pulld, she laid,
And he by friars lanthorn led;
Tells how the drudging goblin sweat,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimple of morn,
His shadowy fail hath thresh'd the corni
That ten day-lab'rers could not end;
Then lies him down, the lubber fierd,
And stretch'd out all the chimney's kingth,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength,

-full out of door he fings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whisp’ring winds soon lull'd alleep.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy lum of men;
Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold ;
With store of ladies, whole bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while botli contend
To win her grace, whon all cominend.
There let Hymen oft appear
Ja saffron robe, witļi taper clear,

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