23 Yet on his way (no sign of grace, For folks in fear are apt to pray) To Phoebus he preferr'd his case,

And begg'd his aid that dreadful day.

24 The godhead would have back'd his quarrel :
But with a blush, on recollection,

Own'd that his quiver and his laurel
'Gainst four such eyes were no protection.

25 The court was set, the culprit there;

Forth from their gloomy mansions creeping,
The Lady Janes and Joans repair,
And from the gallery stand peeping:

26 Such as in silence of the night

Come sweep along some winding entry, (Styack has often seen the sight)

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Or at the chapel-door stand sentry;

27 In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish'd,
Sour visages enough to scare ye,
High dames of honour once that garnish'd
The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary!

28 The peeress comes: the audience stare,

And doff their hats with due submission;
She curtsies, as she takes her chair,
To all the people of condition.

29 The Bard with many an artless fib
Had in imagination fenced him,
Disproved the arguments of Squib,2

And all that Grooms 3 could urge against him.

1'Styack:' the housekeeper. -2 Squib: the steward.'-Grooms: ' of the chamber.

30 But soon his rhetoric forsook him, When he the solemn hall had seen; A sudden fit of ague shook him;

He stood as mute as poor Maclean.1

31 Yet something he was heard to mutter,
How in the park, beneath an old tree,
(Without design to hurt the butter,
Or any malice to the poultry,)

32 He once or twice had penn'd a sonnet,
Yet hoped that he might save his bacon;
Numbers would give their oaths upon it,
He ne'er was for a conjuror taken.

33 The ghostly prudes, with hagged 2 face,
Already had condemn'd the sinner:
My Lady rose, and with a grace-
She smiled, and bid him come to dinner,

34 Jesu-Maria! Madam Bridget,

Why, what can the Viscountess mean?'
Cried the square hoods, in woeful fidget;
The times are alter'd quite and clean!

35 'Decorum's turn'd to mere civility!
Her air and all her manners show it:
Commend me to her affability!

Speak to a commoner and poet!'

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'Maclean:' a famous highwayman, hanged the week before.-2 ' Hagged:'

i. e., the face of a witch or hag.

36 And so God save our noble king,

And guard us from long-winded lubbers,
That to eternity would sing,

And keep my lady from her rubbers.

ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY
CHURCHYARD.

1 THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

2 Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:

3 Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower,

The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.

4 Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

5 The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

6 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care;
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share.

7 Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ;
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

8 Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,

Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.

9 The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike the inevitable hour:

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

10 Nor you, ye Proud! impute to these the fault,
If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,

Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault,
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

11 Can storied urn or animated bust

Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?

12 Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid

Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

13 But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of Time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,

And froze the genial current of the soul.

14 Full many a gem of purest ray serene

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

15 Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,

Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.

16 The applause of listening senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,

And read their history in a nation's eyes,

17 Their lot forbade; nor circumscribed alone

Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind,

18 The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride

With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

19 Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,' Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;

1 This part of the elegy differs from the first copy. The following stanza was excluded with the other alterations :

:

Hark! how the sacred calm, that breathes around,

Bids every fierce tumultuous passion cease,

In still small accents whispering from the ground
A grateful earnest of eternal peace.