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27. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,
“ Mutt'ring his wayward fancies he would rove, “Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,
“ Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
" One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
Along the heath and near his fav’rite tree ;
Another came ;
nor yet beside the rill,
“ Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ;"
29. The next with dirges due, in fad array, “Slow thro' the Church-way path we saw him
Approach and read (for thou can'ít read) the lay, “ Gray'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
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EP IT A P H I U M.
30. NEC fama, neque notus, h.c quiefcit,
Fortuna Juvenis, fuper filenti
THE Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η.
ER E refts his head upon the lap of Earth
A Youth to Fortune and ta Faine unknown :
Heav'n did a recompence as largely fend :
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose)
The bofone of his Father and his God. 6 paventofa fpeme.
Petrarch. Son, 114.