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D BARD. An ELEGY.
I join us
And

WILLIAM SHENSTONE, E -
, how frowns the sky,
(s o'er the visto'd scene :

from restkefs graves do fily,
pit o'er the twilight green.
ful of their wonted home,
on dearest friends on earth,
: unseen they roam,

ent the place that gave them birth. The war I aid of Vefper's twinkling urn,

Directs my steps to yonder time-struck towy, There, as in short-liv'd paffion, oft I burn,

These melancholy musings thus I pour: Full many a flow'ret blushing to the sun,

That scents the sweetness of the eastern more,
Inglorious oft its little life does run,

Nor once the bosom of the fair adorn :
Or near the bubbling of some weeping Atream,

Oft its sequefter'd sweetnefs did it breathe,
Where the coy damsel sleeps in pleafing dream,

Or where the decent graves in briery order heave Poetic youths in many an unknown home,

Mufing in penfive wailings oft we find, Perhaps the thymy heath they faunt'ring roam,

Or court in wayward strains the Aeeting wind. The chilling blasts of icy winter's frost,

Too oft the virgin primrose nip severe,
And many a friend by envy's breath is loft,

Nor claims a tribute of a figh fincere.
How many Shakespears have there fiv'd alone,

And Drydens, thankless in their poorer day?
And many a pensive Gray we've seen, unknown,

Who to the world has still refus’d his lay. Haply, on Edgar's hallow'd lips, the fire

Of Dædal fancy might have charm’d the day : Haply, the sacred veh’mence of his lyre

Might chace the white-wing'd minutes falt away.

Yet

Yet still the breath of penury severe,

Ah! too untimely, nipt the tender shoot-
If such the first attempt, then much we fear

The product of our pains, “ The rip’ning fruit."
The widow'd blackbird oft is heard to moan

Her hapless confort's melancholy fate,
And many a helpless swain now droops forlorn

O'er the dusk lawn, and does this tale relate.
But still fome breast with generous ardour glows,

To guard fair science in this favour'd ifle,
Not all to poetry alike are foes,

But deign the grace of an applauding smile.
'Twas Shenstone's choice to raise with gentleft care

The* tender shoot of blooming fancy's tree,
To stamp a genuine mark on what was rare,

And bid each mufe-fir'd poet · dare be free."
How oft, as thro' + th’ Arcadian groves he ftray'd,

The glad’ning impulse did his soul inspire,
How oft reclining in the bow'ry shade,

Wake into extafy the muse's lyre !
Sweet moralift! the pride of Albion's coaft,

Fell a fad victim to tyrannic death ;
To Dodf-y, me, and to his country lost,

When SHENSTONE's tuneful lips refign’d their breath,
To thee, my Shenstone, gratitude shall pay

This duteous tribute of a figh fincere,
And, true to honour's never-venal lay,
These accents shall pursue thy sacred bier.
Worcestershire.

PHILANDER.

An O DE on St. Cæcilia's Day, adapted to the ancient British music,

viz. the falt-box, the Jews harp, the marrow-bones and cleavers, the hum-ftrum or hurdy-gurdy, co as it was performed on June 10, at Ranelagh. By Bonnel Thornton, Esq.

Cedite, Tibicines Itali, vos cedite, Galli;

Dico iterum vobis, cedite, Tibicines.
Cedite, Tibicines, vobis ter dico; quaterque
Jam vobis dico, cedite, Tibicines,

Alex. Heinsius.

* Witness his generosity to a poor shoemaker of Rowley, in that neighbourhood, whom he thought to have a great natural genius for poetry.

Translation

† His gardens.

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The falt-box with clattering and clapping shall found,

The iron lyre
Buzzing twang with wav'ring wire,

With heavy hum
The sober hurdy-gurdy thrum,
And the merry merry marrow-bones ring round.

LAST GRAND CHORUS.
Such matchless strains Cæcilia knew,
When audience from their heav'nly sphere,

By harmony's strong pow'r, the drew,
Whilft lift'ning angels gladly stoop'd to hear,

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The falt-box with clattering and clapping shall found,

The iron lyre
Buzzing twang with wav'ring wire,

With heavy hum
The sober hurdy-gurdy thrum,
And the merry merry marrow-bones ring round.

LAST GR AND CHORUS.
Such matchless strains Cæcilia knew,
When audience from their heav'nly sphere,

By harmony's strong pow'r, she drew,
Whilft lift'ning angels gladly stoop'd to hear,