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BENEATH the beech, whose branches'barų

Smit with the lightning's vivid glare,
O'erhang the craggy'road,
And whiftle hollow as they wave ;

Within a folitary grave,
A wretched Suicide holds his accurs d abode,

Lowr'd the grim morn, in murky dies.
Damp mifs involu'd the scowling Ikiesy

And dimm’d the Aruggling day; :
As by the brook that ling'ring laves

Yon rush-grown moor with fable waves,
Full of the dark refolve he took his fullen waya

I mark'd his desultory pace,
His gestures strange, and yarying faces

With many a mutter'd sounds,
And ah! too late, aghast I view'd

The reeking blade, the hand embrud, He fell, and groaning grasped in agony the grounds

Full many a melancholy night
He watch'd the slow return of light;

And fought the pow'rs of fleep,
To spread a momentary calm

O'er his lad couch, and in the balm
Of bland oblivion's dews his burning eyes to sleep.

Her v7: OD 10! Full oft, unknowing and unknown, bi heyat you He wore his endless noons alone, aus:

Amid th'autumnal wood: 2. MATOT Oft was he wont, in hafty fat, shallow 470

Abrupt the social board to quito y voleli sir And

gaze eager glance upon the tumbling fleod.

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Beck’ning the wretch toʻtormehts new, w 19:1 Despair, for ever in his view, . an den I

A fpectre pale, appeared; While, as the shades of eve arose

And brought the day's unwelcome clofe, More horrible and huge her giant-shape the rear'da

• Is this, " mistaken Scorn will cry,
* Is this the youth, whose genius high
« Could build the genuine rhyme ?

1 “ Whose bofom mild the fav’ring Muse “ Had sor'd with all her ample views Parent of faireft deeds, and purposes sublime ?"



Ah! from the Muse that bofom mild
By treach’rous magic was beguild,

To strike the deathful blow :
She fillid his foft ingenious mind

With many a feeling too refin'd,
And rous'd to livelier pangs his wakeful sense of woc,

Though doom'd hard pénury to prove,
And the sharp stings of hopeless love ;

To griefs congenial prone,
More wounds thạn nature gave he knew,

While Misery's-form his fancy drew
li dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own.

Then wish not o'er his earthly tomb
The baleful nightihade's lurid bloom

To drop its deadly dew:
Nor, oh! forbid the twisted thorn,

That rudely binds his turf forlotn,
With spring's green-swelling buds to vegetate ancora

What though no marble-piled bust
Adorn his desolated duft,

With speaking sculpture wrought ?
Pity shall woơ the weeping Nine

To build a visionary fhrine, Hung with unfading flow'rs, froin fairy regions brought

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What though refus'd each chanted rite?
Here viewless mourners shall delight?

To touch the shadowy fhell :
And Petrarch's harp, that wept the doom

Of Laura, loft in early bloomy e'
In melancholy tones shall ring his pengve knell.

To soothe a lone, unhallow'd shade,
This votive dirge fad duty paid,

Within an ivy'd nook :
Sudden the half-funk orb of day

More radiant shot its parting tay,
And thus a cherub-voice my charm'd attention took :

« Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praise ;
“ Nor thus for guilt in fpecious lays

“ The wreath of glory twine:-
* In vain with hues of gorgeous glow

" Gay Fancy gives her veft to flow, # Unless trụth's matron-hand the floating folds confing

« Just Heaven, man's fortitude to prove, 6 Perinits through life at large to rove

66 The tribes of hell-born woe ; *6 Yet the same Pow'r that wisely sends

6 Life's fierceft ills, indulgent lends * Religion's golden shield to break th'embattled foc,

6 Her

* Her aid divine had lullid to reftelse
“ Yon foul felf-murtherer's throbbing breast,

" And stay'd the rising form :
“ Had bade the fun of hope appear

“ To gild the darken'd hemisphere, * And give the wonted bloom to nature's blasted form,

« Vain man ! 'tis heaven's prerogative
6 To take, what firft it deign'd to give,

“ Thy tributary breath :
#6 In awful expectation plac’d,
“ Await thy doom, nor impious haste
To pluck from God's right hand his Instruments of

14 death."



HREE years in London Bobadil had been,

Yet not the lions nor the tombs had seen;
I cannot tell the cause without a smile
The rogue had been in Newgate all the while.


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