Now fades the glimmering landscape on the fight, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree's fhade, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet fleep. The breezy call of incenfe-breathing Morn, returns an echo. The four ftanzas beginning, Yet ev'n these bones are, fays he, original: I have never feen the fentiments in any other place;. yet he that reads them here, perfuades himself that he has always felt them. IMITATION. fquilla di lontano Che paia 'l giorno pianger, che fi muore. Dante Purg. 1. 8. G. For For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, No children run to lifp their fire's return, Oft did the harvest to their fickle yield, Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye Proud, impute to Thefe the fault, Can ftoried urn, or animated bust, Back to its manfion call the fleeting breath? mqiit ca, "re their crimes confa'd; Palmaro made things faster to a throne, And fit the gaya di mercy on mankind, The The struggling pangs of confcious truth to hide, Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, VARIATIONS. The thought!efs world to Majefty may bow, But more to innocence their fafety owe, Than Pow'r or Genius e'er confpir'd to blefs. And thou, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead, To wander in the gloomy walks of fate: Hark! how the facred Calm, that breathes around, No more, with reason and thyself at strife, But through the cool fequefter'd vale of life And here the Poem, fays Mr. Mafon, was originally intended to con clude, before the happy idea of the hoary-headed Swain, &c. fuggefted itself to the Author. The third of thefe rejected ftanzas is not in ferior to any in the whole Elegy. |