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Behold she comes, the fiend forlorn,
No more the soft AEolian flute”
Yet stay, O! stay, celestial pow'rs,
* The Progress of Poesy. # The Fatal Sisters, an Ode.
446 POEMS IN MEMORY OF MR. GRAY.
Thus fades the flow'r nipp'd by the frozen gale,
Thus the tall oaks, when boist'rous storms assail,
Ye sacred sisters of the plaintive verse,
O pay your tribute o'er the slow-drawn hearse,
Oft when the Curfew tolls its parting knell
EPITAPH ON MR. GRAY'S MONUMENT, IN WESTMINSTER, ABBEY. BY MR. MASON. No more the Grecian Muse unrivall'd reigns; To Britain let the nations homage pay! She boasts a Homer's fire in Milton's strains, A Pindar's rapture in the lyre of Gray.
* Elegy in a Country Church-yard.
T H E EN D.
Printed by J. F. Dove, St. John's Square.