III.

'Tis not her air, for fure in that

There's nothing more than common ;
And all her fenfe is only chat,

Like any other woman.

IV.

Her voice, her touch might give th' alarm-
'Twas both perhaps, or neither;

In short, 'twas that provoking charm

Of CELIA altogether.

DEDE DEDEDE DEDE DEDE DEDE DE DOJE DODE DEDE BODE IS

An O DE

On a diftant Profpect of

ETON COLLEGE.

Written in 1742.

By Mr. GRAY *.

E diftant fpires, ye antique towers,

That crown the wat'ry glade,

Where grateful fcience ftill adores

Her HENRY's holy fhade;

Ànd

Thomas Gray, the fon of Mr. Philip Gray, a fcrivener of London, was born Nov. 26, 1716. His grammatical education he received as · Eton, under Mr. Antrobus, his mother's brother; and when he left fchool,

And ye that from the stately brow
Of WINDSOR's heights th' expanfe below
Of grove, of lawn, of mead furvey,

Whofe turf, whose shade, whofe flowers among

Wanders the hoary Thames along

His filver-winding way.

Ah happy hills, ah pleafing fhade,
Ah fields belov'd in vain,

Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
A ftranger yet to pain!

A

school, in 1734, entered a penfioner at Peter-house in Cambridge. After continuing there about five years, he accepted an invitation from his fchool-fellow, Mr. Horace Walpole, to accompany him on his travels, They accordingly vifited France and Italy together; but a difference arifing between them, they separated, and Mr. Gray returned to England alone. Soon afterwards he loft his father, who left him in circumstances so narrow, that he found himself obliged to relinquish the study of the law, to which he had propofed to devote himself, and retire to Cambridge, where he refided, with only one interval, during the reft of his life. The college which he first made choice of was Peter-house; but being offended at fome liberties taken with him by a few young men in that fociety, he removed in 1756 to Pembroke College. In 1762 he applied for the profefforship of modern languages without fuccefs, but obtained it in 1768 without any folicitation. He had fome time been afflicted with the gout, a diforder which, in spite of the most rigid tem-perance, gained ground upon his conftitution, and in the end falling upon his ftomach, put a period to his life, July 30, 1771. His character, both as a writer and a man, is fufficiently known from the lives of him by Mr. Mafon and Dr. Johnson.

I feel the gales, that from ye blow,
A momentary blifs bestow,

As waving fresh their gladfome wing,
My weary foul they feem to footh,

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And, redolent of joy and youth,

To breathe a fecond fpring.

Say, father THAMES, for thou hast seen
Full many a fprightly race
Difporting on thy margent green,
The paths of pleasure trace,

Who foremost now delight to cleave
With pliant arms thy glaffy wave ?
The captive linnet which enthrall ?
What idle progeny fucceed

To chase the rolling circle's speed,

Or urge the flying ball?

While fome on earnest business bent

Their murm'ring labours ply,

'Gainft graver hours, that bring constraint

And unknown regions dare defcry
Still as they run, they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,
And fnatch a fearful joy.

Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
Lefs pleafing when poffefs'd;
The tear forgot as foon as shed,
The fun-fhine of the breaft.
Theirs buxom health of rofy hue,
Wild wit, invention ever-new,
And lively chear of vigour born :
The thoughtless day, the easy night,
The fpirits pure, the flumbers light,
That fly th' approach of morn
Alas, regardless of their doom,
The little victims play!

No fenfe have they of ills to come,

No care beyond to-day:

Yet fee how all around 'em wait

The ministers of human fate,

And black misfortune's baleful train!

Ah! fhew them where in ambush stand,

To feize their prey, the murth'rous band
Ah! fhew them they are men!

These fhall the fury paffions tear,
The vultures of the mind,

Difdainful anger, pallid fear,

And fhame that fculks behind

Or

Or pining love fhall wafte their youth,
Or jealousy with rankling tooth,
That inly gnaws the fecret heart,
And envy wan, and faded care,
Grim-vifag'd comfortless despair,
And forrow's piercing dart.

Ambition this fhall tempt to rife,
Then whirl the wretch from high,
To bitter fcorn a facrifice,
And grinning infamy;

The ftings of falfhood those shall try,
And hard unkindness' alter'd eye ‘,
That mocks the tear it forc'd to flow ;
And keen remorfe with blood defil'd,
And moody madness laughing wild *
Amidst fevereft woe.

"The elifion here (fays Mr. Mafon) is ungraceful, and hurts this otherwise beautiful line: One of the fame kind (in the fecond "line of the next Ode) makes the fame blemish; but I think they

are the only two to be found in this correct writer; and I mention "them here, that fucceeding Poets may not look upon them as authorities. The judicious reader will not fuppofe, that I would con"demn all elifions of the genitive cafe, by this ftricture on those which are terminated by rough confonants. Many there are which the ear readily admits, and which use has made familiar to it.”

IMITATION.

Madness laughing in her ireful mood.

Dryden's Palamen and Arcite.

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