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Fitzpatrick 217 Verses sent to a young Lady with the new edition of Shakespeare
Carlisle 221 Verfcs on Mrs. Crewe Rhapsody on Taste
Carlise 225 Elegy written in the Garden of a Friend Mason 227 Elegy written in a Country Church Yard
Gray 231 Elegy on Captain Cook
Seward 237 Death of Alico
Edwards 249 Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttleton
Lyttleton 251 Verres making Part of an Epitaph on the same Lady
ditte 751 Monody on Major Andrej Bequard 263 Ode to John Howard, Esq;
III. This sapient age disclaims all classic lore ; Else I thould here in cunning phrase display, How forth The Minstrel fared in days of yore,. Right glad of heart, though homely in array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And, from his bending shoulder, decent hung His harp, the fole companion of his way,
Which to the whilling wind responsive rung: And ever as he went fome merry lay lie sung.
IV. Fret not yourselves, ye filken fons of pride, That a poor wanderer Mould inspire my train, The muses fortune's fickle smile deride, Nor ever bow the knee in Mammon's fane ; Tf their delights are with the village train, Whom nature's law's engage, and nature's charms : They hate the sensual, and (corn the vain ;
The parasite their influence never warms, Nor him whose sordid soul the love of wealth alarms.
Though. richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn,
To please a tyrant, Atrain the litue bill,
If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ;
Here peacsful are ibe valçs, and pure the skies, And freedom fires the foul, and sparkles in the eyes.
VII. Then grieve not, thon to whom the indulgent Muse Vouchiafes a portion of celullial fire ; Nor blame the partial Fates, if they refuse T'h'imperial banquet, and the rich'attire. Know thine own worth and reverence the lyre. Wilt thou debale the heart which God refin'd.; No; let the heaven-taught foul, to heaven aspire
To fancy, freedom, harmony, resign'd;
Where fear, distrust, malevolence, abide,
IX. O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her vot'ry yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all thai echoes to the fong of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bofom fields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven?
X. These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
But these thou must renounce, if luft of wealth E'er win its way to thy corrupted heart; For, ah! it poisons like a scorpion’s dart ; Prompting the ungenerous wish, the selfish scheme. The ftern resolve, unmov'd by pity's smart,
The troublous day, and long distressful dream.Return, my roving Mufe, resume thy purposed theme.
Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms,
And he, though oft with dust and sweet besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings whersoe'er they
* There is hardly an ancient Ballad, or Romance, wherein a Minstrel or Harper appears, but he is characterised, by way of eminence, to have been “ Of the North countrie.” It is probable that under this. appellation were formerly comprehended all the provinces to the North of the Trent.
See Percy's Effay on the English Minftrels.