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There every thought the poet's warmth may raise,
Methinks even now I view fome free design, Where breathing Nature lives in
line : Chaste and subdued the modeft lights decay, Steal into shades, and mildly melt away.
- And fee, where * Anthony, in tears approv'd,
But + who is he, whose brows exalted bear A wrath impatient, and a fiercer air?
* See the tragedy of Julius Cæfar.
Awake to all that injur'd worth can feel,
Thus, generous Critic, as thy Bard inspires,
So spread o'er Greece, th' harmonious whole
unknown, Even Homer's numbers charm'd by parts alone. Their own Ulysses scarce had wander'd more, By winds and waters cast on every shore : When rais'd by fate, some former Hanmer join'd Each beauteous image of the boundless mind; And bade, like thee, his Athens ever claim A fond alliance with the Poet's name.
fair Fidele's graffy tomb
Soft maids, and village hinds shall bring
And rifle all the breathing Spring.
No wailing ghost shall dare appear
To vex with shrieks this quiet grove,
And melting virgins own their love.
No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew;
And dress thy grave with pearly dew!
The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempests shake the fylvan cell ; Or 'midft the chace on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore,
For thee the tear be duly shed ; Belov'd, till life can charm no more ;
And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead: