"I spoke, nor Fate forbore his trembling spoil; 45 "Some venal mourner lent his careless aid, "And soon they bore me to my native soil, "Where my fond parents' dear remains were laid. "'Twas then the youths from ev'ry plain and grove "Adorn'd with mournful verse thy Sylvia's bier; 50 "'Twas then the Nymphs their votive garlands wove, "And strew'd the fragrance of the youthful year. "But why, alas! the tender scene display? :: Ah, no' 'twas Damon first attun'd his lay, "And sure no sonnet was so dear as thine. 55 "Thus was I hosom'd in the peaceful grave, "My placid ghost no longer wept its doom, "When savage robbers ev'ry sanction brave, "And, with outrageous guilt, defraud the tomb! 60 "Shall my poor corse, from hostile realms convey'd, "Lose the cheap portion of my native sands? "Or, in my kindred's dear embraces laid, "Mourn the vile ravage of barbarian hands? "Say, would thy breast no deathlike torture feel, 65 "To see my limbs the felon's gripe obey? "To see them gash'd beneath the daring steel? "To crowds a spectre, and to dogs a prey! "If Pæan's sons these horrid rites require, 70 "Yet hard it seems, when Guilt's last fine is paid, "To see the victim's corse deny'd repose; "Now, more severe, the poor offenceless maid 75 "Dreads the dire outrage of inhuman foes. Where is the faith of ancient Pagans fled? "Where the fond care the wand'ring manes claim? "Nature, instinctive, cries, Protect the dead, "And sacred be their ashes and their fame! ; 80 "Arise, dear Youth! ev'n now the danger calls "Ev'n now the villain snuffs his wonted prey : "See! see! I lead thee to yon' sacred walls"Oh! fly to chase these human wolves away." 84 Volume I. M ELEGY XXIII. Reflections suggested by bis situation. BORN near the scene for Kenelm's * fate renown'd, Fast by the centre of yon' various wild, Soft o'er his birth, and o'er his infant hours, But soon the bosom's pleasing calm is flown; 5 ΙΟ 15 Kenelm, in the Saxon heptarchy, was heir to the kingdom of Mercia, but being very young at his father's death, was, by the artifices of his sister and her lover, deprived of his crown and life together. The body was found in a piece of ground near the top of Clent hill, exactly facing Mr. Shenstone's house, near which place a church was aftgrwards erected to his memory, stiil used for divine worship, and called St. Kenelm's. See Plot's History of Staffordshire. How kind were Fortune! ah! how just were Fate! See, garnish'd for the chase, the fraudful maid 20 But now nor shaggy hill nor pathless plain 25 Forms the lone refuge of the sylvan game, Where the rough bowman urg'd his headlong steed, 30 And where hoarse scream'd the strepent horn, succeed See Thomson, loit'ring near some limpid well, 35 How peerless Lucia made all seasons fair! See *** from civic garlands fly, And in these groves indulge his tuneful vein! Observe how Freedom's hand attires the plain? 40 Here Pope!-ah! never must that tow'ring mind 45 Where is the breast can rage or hate retain, Thro' these soft shades delighted let me stray, Here far from courts, and void of pompous cares, Can'st thou, O Sun! that spotless throne disclose, 50 55 60 Tremendous pomp! where hate, distrust, and fear, |