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Forgive, ye proud, th' involuntary fault,
If memory to these no trophies raise,

Where through the long-drawn ifle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem fwells the notes of praise.

Can storied urn, or animated bust,

Back to its manfion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the filent duft,

Or flatt'ry footh the dull cold ear of death?

Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid

Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the reins of empire might have fway'd, Or wak'd to extafy the living lyre.

But knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the fpoils of time, did ne'er unro

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,

And froze the genial current of the foul.

Full many a gem of purest ray ferene,

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean. bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And wafte its fweetnefs on the defert air.

Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breaft
The little tyrant of his fields with ftood;
Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
Th' applause of lift'ning fenates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a fmiling land,

And read their history in a nation's eyes

Their lot forbad; nor circumscrib'd alone

Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd; Forbad to wade through flaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The ftruggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous fhame, Or heap the fhrine of luxury and pride

With incenfe, kindled at the mufe's flame.

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Far from the madding crowd's ignoble ftrife,
Their fober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool fequefter'd vale of life

They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

Yet e'en these bones from infult to protect,
Some frail memorial ftill erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and fhapeless sculpture deck'd,
Implores the paffing tribute of a figh.

Their name, their years, fpelt by th' unletter'd mufe,
The place of fame and elegy fupply;
And many a holy text around the ftrews,
That teach the ruftic moralift to die.

For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleafing anxious being e'er refign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the chearful day,
Nor caft one longing, ling'ring look behind?
On fome fond breaft the parting foul relies,
Some pious drops the clofing eye requires ;
Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
Awake and faithful to her wonted fires.

For thee, who mindful of th' unhonour'd dead
Doft in these lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit fhall inquire thy fate,

Haply, fome hoary-headed swain may say,

Oft have we feen him at the peep of dawn • Brushing with hafty steps the dews away, • To meet the fun upon the upland lawn.

There at the foot of yonder nodding beech

That wreathes its old fantastic roots fo high, His liftlefs length at noon-tide would he stretch, • And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

Hard by yon wood, now fmiling as in fcorn,

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• Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove,
Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
• Or craz❜d with care, or crofs'd in hopeless love,

One morn I miss'd him on th' accustom'd hill, Alorg the heath, and near his fav'rite tree; • Another came; nor yet befide the rill,

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Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.

• The next with dirges due in fad array,

Slow through the church-way path we faw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can't read) the lay, Grav'd on the ftone beneath yon aged thorn.

• There fcatter'd oft, the earliest of the year,

By hands unfeen, are show'rs of violets found;
The red-breast loves to build and warble there,
And little foofteps lightly print the ground.

The EPITAPH,

Here refts his head upon the lap of earth

A youth to fortune and to fame unknown;
Fair fcience frown'd not on his humble birth,
• And melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere,
Heav'n did a recompence as largely fend:

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He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear :

He gain'd from heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.

•No farther feek his merits to disclose,

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Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bofom of his father and his God.'

We have already obferved that any dreadful catastrophe is a proper fubject for Elegy; and what can be more fo than a civil war, where the fathers and children, the dearest relations and friends, meet each other in arms? We have on this fubject a most affecting Elegy, intituled the Tears of Scotland, afcribed to Dr. Smollet, and fet to music by Mr. Ofwald, juft after the late rebellion.

The Tears of ScOTLAND. Written in the Year 1746.

I.

Mourn, hapless CALEDONIA, mourn

Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn

Thy fons, for valour long renown'd,
Lie flaughter'd on their native ground;
Thy hofpitable roofs no more
Invite the ftranger to the door;
In fmoaky ruins funk they lie,
The monuments of cruelty.

II.

The wretched owner fees afar His all become the prey of war; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then fmites his breaft, and curfes life. Thy fwains are famish'd on the rocks, Where once they fed their wanton flocks: Thy ravish'd virgins fhriek in vain ; Thy infants perish on the plain.

III.

What boots it then, in every clime, Thro' the wide fpreading waste of time, Thy martial glory, crown'd with praise, Still fhone with undiminish'd blaze? Thy tow'ring spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage, and rancour fell.

IV.

The rural pipe, and merry lay, No more fhall chear the happy day: No focial scenes of gay delight Beguile the dreary winter night: No ftrains but those of forrow flow, And nought be heard but founds of woe; While the pale phantoms of the flain Glide nightly o'er the filent plain.

V.

Oh baneful cause, oh! fatal morn,
Accurs'd to ages yet unborn!
The fons against their fathers ftood,
The parent shed his children's blood.

Yet, when the rage of battle ceas'd,
The victors fouls were not appeas'd;
The naked and forlorn muft feel
Devouring flames, and murd'ring fteel!

VI.

The pious mother, doom'd to death,
Forfaken, wanders o'er the heath.
The bleak wind whistles round her head;
Her helpless orphans cry for bread;
Bereft of fhelter, food, and friend,
She views the fhades of night defcend,
And, stretch'd beneath inclement skies,
Weeps o'er her tender babes, and dies.

VII.

Whilft the warm blood bedews my veins
And unimpair'd remembrance reigns;
Refentment of my country's fate,
Within my filial breast shall beat;
And, fpite of her infulting foe,
My fympathizing verfe fhall flow,
"Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn

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Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn.”

Love as we have already observed, is likewife one of the proper fubjects for this kind of poem. An example of which we fhall give from the love Elegies lately publish'd by Mr. Hammond.

A LOVE ELEGY.

I.

Let others boaft their heaps of fhining gold,
And view their fields with waving plenty crown'd,
Whom neighb'ring foes in conftant terror hold,
And trumpets break their slumbers, never found :

II.

While, calmly poor, I trifle life away,

Enjoy fweet, leifure by my chearful fire, No wanton hope my quiet fhall betray,

But cheaply blefs'd i'll scorn each vain defire.

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