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My Lady rose, and with a grace-
“Jesu-Maria! Madam Bridget,
6 Decorum's turn'd to mere civility!
[Here soo lanzas are lop.]
pithet hugard has been sometimes mistaken as conveying the fame idea, but it means a very different thing, viz wild and farouche, and is taken from an unreclaimed hawk called a hagard.
+ Here the story finishes; the exclamation of the ghosts, which follows, is characteristic of the Spanish inanners of the age when they are supposed to have lived; and the 500 ftanzas faid to be loft, may be imagined to contain the remainder of their long-winded expoftulation.
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
Now fades the glimm’ring landscape on the sight, And all the air a folemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; 8
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Moleft her ancient folitary reign.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the liamlet sleep. 16
The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill ciarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 20
For them no more the blazing hearth fhall burn, Or busy housewife ply her ev’ning care; No children run to lisp their fire's return, Or climb his knees the envy'd kiss to share. 24
Oft' did the harvest to their fickle yield, Their furrow oft'the stubborn glebe has broke ;
-Squilla di lontano
Dante, Purgat. l.
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
Nor you, ye Proud ! impute to these the fault,
Can storied urn or animated bust
Perhaps in this neglected ipot is laid
But K.qowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields with cod,
Some mute inglorious Milton, here may rest,
Th' applause of lift’ning senates to command,
Their lot forbade; nor circumscrib'd alone
The struggling pangs of conlcious Truth to hide,
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Yet e'en these bones, from insult to protect
80 Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd The place of fame and elegy supply,
Mufe, And many a holy text around the strews, That teach the rufic moralist to die.
84 This part
of the Elegy differs from the firft copy. The following fianza was excluded with the cther alterations:
Hark! how the sacred calm, that breathes around,
For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey This pleasing anxious being e'er resign’d, Left the warm precincts of the chearful day, Nor cast one longing ling’ring look behind? 88
On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashest live their wonted fires. 92
For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Doft in those lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate.
Haply fome hoary-headed fwain may fay, « Oft' have we seen him, at the peep of dawn, “ Brushing with hasty feps the dews away, ** To meet the fun upon the upland lawn. TOO
“ There, at the foot of yonder nodding beach, " That wreathes it's old fantastic root fo high, “ His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, “ And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 104
“ Hard by yon' wood, now smiling as in fcorn, “ Mutt'ring his wayward fancies, he would rove; “ Now drooping, woful wan! like one forlorn, • Or cras'd with care, or crofs'd in hopeless love. 108
“ One morn I miss'd hiin on the custom'd hill, " Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree;
+ Ch'i veggio nel pensier, dulce n.io fuoco,
Fredda una lingua, et due begli occhi chiusi Rimaner droppo noi pien difaville. Petrarch, Son. 169.
# Mr. Gray forgot, when he displaced, by the preceding stanza, his beautiful description of the evenng haunt, the reference to it which he had here left: