Since he, that gave them speech, is heard no m Flown is the spirit of GRAY Like common breath to mingle with the air Yet still those Goddesses peculiar care, That breathe harmonious lay. Retir'd to yonder grassy mound In leaves of dusky hue encompass'd round, They bid their plaintive accents fill The covert hollows of the bosom'd hill: With liquid voice and magic hand Calliope informs the band: Hush'd are the warblers of the grove, attentiv the sound. "Soft and slow "Let the melting measures flow, "Nor lighter air disturb majestic woe. ce on their native sho em speech, is heard no m Dirit of GRAY "When Milton pour'd the "On Lycidas funk low h to mingle with the air; esses peculiar care, armonious lay. grassy mound ue encompass'd round, intive accents fill of the bosom'd hill: and magic hand he band: s of the grove, attentive to " Now wake that faithful lyre" reigns: "Your echoes waft no more th "Clogg'd with thick vapours fro " plains, "Where old Cam hardly m " stream. "But when some public "Claims festive song, or mor "Discordant murmurs grate " Ne'er model'd by Pier [1] Cambridge University, where Gray died [2] In 1638 the University published a vol mory of Mr. Edward King, Milton's Lycidas. "Whom now the powers of melody deplore; " Thou bad'st thy train divine "Or when thy calm and steadfast mind "Fond of the look, that loves the ground [3] See Gray's Pindaric Odes. [4] Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College. fate, ers of melody deplore; y state [3] ✓ train divine aric pinions soar: ed greens: m and steadfast mind hic reach profound ties resign'd, ason's equal light, ic Odes. prospect of Eton College. "With lengthen'd note detains " As lost in thought thou wande "Where spirits hover round thei " By Contemplation's eye serene "Each lowly object wears an " 'Tis our own blindness veils th "The works of Nature need "Thou saw'st her beaming from "Beneath those rugged elms, that "Where now, still faithful to thei " Thy own dear ashes are for [6] Church-yard Elegy. BY A LADY. W HERE sleeps the Bard who grac'd Mu hearse With fragrant trophies by the Muses wove Shall Gray's cold urn in vain demand the ve Oh! can his Mason fail in plaintive love? No; with the Nine inwrapp'd in social woe, His lyre unstrung, sad vigil he must keep; With them he mourns, with them his eyes o'er For such a Bard immortal Maids can weer Their early pupil in the heav'nly lore |