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Deep in a gloomy grot remote from day,

Where smiling Comfort never shew'd her face, Where light ne'er enter’d, fave one rueful ray

Discov’ring all the terrors of the place,

They held damn'd myft'ries with infernal state,

Whilst ghaftly spectres glided slowly by, The scritch-owl fcream'd the dying call of fate,

And ravens croak’d their baleful augury.

No human footstep cheer'd the dread abode,

Nor sign of living creature could be feen, Save where the reptile snake, or fullen toad,

The murky floor had soil'd with venom green.

Sudden I heard the whirlwind's hollow found,

Each weird Gifter vanish'd into smoke. Now a dire yell of fpirits e underground

Thro' troubled Earth’s wide yawning surface broke ;

When lo! each injur'd apparition rose;

Aghaft the murd'rer started from his bed ;
Guilt's trembling breath his heart's red current froze,

And Horror's dew-drops bath'd his frantic head.

More had I feen but now the God of day

O’er earth’s broad breast his flood of light had fpread,
When Morpheus calld his fickle dreams away,
And on their wings each bright illusion fled.

Ghoffs in Macbeth, Richard III. &c.

Yet

Yet still the dear ENCHANTRESS of the brain

My waking eyes with withful wand'rings sought, Whose magic will controuls th' ideal train,

The ever-reflefs progeny of THOUGHT.

Sweet pow'r, I said, for others gild the ray

Of Wealth, or Honor's folly-feather'd crown, Or lead the madding multitude astray

To grasp at air-blown bubbles of renown. ,

Me (humbler lot !) let blameless bliss engage,

Free from the noble mob's ambitious strife, Free from the muck-worm miser's lucrous rage,

In calm Contentment's cottagd vale of life.

If frailties there (for who from them is free ?)

Thro' Error's maze my devious footsteps lead, Let them be frailties of humanity,

And my heart plead the pardon of my head.

Let not my reason impiously require

What heav'n has plac'd beyond its narrow span, But teach it to subdue each fierce desire,

Which wars within its own sınall empire, man.

Teach me, what all believe, but few poffefs,

That life's best science is ourselves to know, The first of human blesings is to bless,

And happiest he who feels another's woe.

Thus

Thus cheaply wise, and innocently great,

While Time's smooth fand shall regularly pafs,
Each destin'd'atom's quiet course I'll wait,

Nor rashly break, nor wish to stop the glass.

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And when in death my peaceful ashes lie,

If e'er fome tongue congenial speaks my name,
Friendfhip shall never blush to breathe a figh,

And great ones envy such an honest fame.

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e Swallows.
Written September, 1748

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Part II. Written April, 1749.

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Valentine's Day

77
The Scavengers. - A Town Eclogue. In the Manner of

Swift
Hamlet's Soliloquy, imitated

82
Transcrib'd from the Rev. Mr. Pixel's Parson age Garden
near Birmingham, 1757

83
Malvern Spa, 1757. Inscribed to Dr. Wall

84
Some Reflections upon bearing the Bell toll for the Death of a
Friend

87
The Robin: An Elogy. Written at the close of Autumn,

90
An Epitaph

92
Ut Pictura Poesis

93
Vacuna

95
On J. W. ranging Pamphlets

98
Epithalamium
Ta a Gentleman, on the Birth-day of his first son

104
On two Friends born on the same Day

105
A Winter I hought

107
Song

IIO
Verses spoken at Westminster School
A Letter to Sir Robert Walpole

117
An Epistle from the Elector of Bavaria to the French King,
after the Battle of Ramillies

119
To the Dule of Marlborough

139
An Ode on Miss Harriet Hanbury at fix Years old 132
A Song upon Miss Harriet Hanbury, address’d to the Reve
Mr. Birt

134
To Mr. Garnier and Mr. Pearce of Bath. A grateful Ode,

in return for the extraordinary Kindness and Humanity
they fhewed to me and my eldest Daughter, now Lady Eflex,
1753

136
Ode to Death. Translated from the French of the King of

Prussia
The Hymns of Dionyfius : Translated from the Greek 143
A Satire in the Manner of Persius, in a Dialogue between At-
ticus and Eugenio

147

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