Inspiration, Nature's child, Seek the folitary wild. IV. You with the tragic Mufe' retir'd You taught the fadly-pleafing air With Petrarch o'er Valclufe you stray'd, When Death fnatch'd his 'long-lov'd maid; You taught the rocks her loss to mourn, But chief your own the folemn lay That wept Narciffa young and gay, f In the island Salamis. 8 See Plutarch in the life of Lyfander. Simonides. i Laura, twenty years, and ten after her death. * Monody on the death of Mrs. Lyttelton. Darkness Darkness clap'd her fable wing, While you touch'd the mournful string, Anguish left the pathlefs wild, When all Nature's hush'd asleep, Nor Love nor Guilt their vigils keep, Soft you leave your cavern'd den, And the early huntsman meet, Devotion lends her heav'n-plum'd wings, You mount, and Nature with you fings. VOL. IV. R But But when mid-day fervors glow, Where never funburnt woodman came, With drowsy waterfalls behind, You fink to rest. 'Till the tuneful bird of night And teach pleas'd Echo to complain. VI. With you rofes brighter bloom, Sweeter every fweet perfume, Stronger every wilding grows. VII. Let thofe toil for gold who please, What was Sidney's, Raleigh's meed? Man's Man's not worth a moment's pain, Base, ungrateful, fickle, vain. Then let me, fequefter'd fair, Bend, great God, before thy fhrine, The bournless macrocofm's thine. VIII. Save me! what's yon fhrouded shade, That wanders in the dark-brown glade ? It beckons me! —vain fears adieu, Mysterious ghost, I follow you, Ah me! too well that gait I know, My youth's first friend, my manhood's woe! The heart-felt harmony of woe, Such, fuch, as on th' Ausonian fhore, No time fhould cancel thy defert, * m More, more, than " Bion was, thou wert. IX. O goddess of the tearful eye, The never-ceafing stream supply. Let us with Retirement go To charnels, and the house of woe, O'er Friendship's herfe low-drooping mourn, Where the fickly tapers burn, Where Death and nun-clad Sorrow dwell, 1 See Idyll. m Alluding to the death of a friend. The |