A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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188 POitV8 OJ' B.D'LECTJON Atro 8DTUDIN"''.


Haply, some hoa.ry-he&ded awaJn may say-
'' Oft have we seen him, at the peep of dawu.
Brushing, with haaty steps, the dewa away,
To meet the ann upon the upland lawn.

"There, at the foot oC yonder nodding beech,
That wreathes ita old fantftstic toots eo high
His lietlesa length at noontide would he atrekh,
And pore upon the brook that bubbles by.

(^11) Hard by yon wood, now smiling aa in scorn,
Muttering hie wayward fancies, he would rove:
Now drooping, woful, wan, like one forlorn,
Or crazed with care, or crosa'd in bopelen love I
"One morn I misa'd him on the accnstom'd hill,
Along the heath, and near hie favourite tree:
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he:
"The next with dirges due, in sad 1\rrny,
Slow through the church-way path wo eaw him borne :
A~>.proach and read (for thou canst read) the la~,
GraYed on the atone beneath yon aged thorn.
THE ll!l'lTAPR.
HEU reeta hie head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unkuowu ;
Fair Science frowu'd not on hie humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd biro for her owu.
Large waa his bounty, and his soul sincere;
Heaven rlid & recompenoe as largely eend ;-
RI!_gave to Misery all be had-a tear;
He gain'd from Heaven, 'twas all he wieh'd-a friend.
No further seek hie merit& to diaeloae,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembliJig hope repose,
The bo&om of hie Father and bia God.)
GuT.

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