COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD.

Somevillage-Hampden, that with dauntles's breast,
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft,
Some Cromwell guiltles's of his country's blood.

Th' applaue of lift'ning fenates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despife,
To f scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their hift'ry in a nation's eyes,

Their lot forbade: nor circumferib'd alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd;
Forbade to wade thro' flaughter to a throne,
And flut the gates of mercy to mankind.

The struggling pangs of confcious Truth to hide,
To quench the blufhes of ingenuous Shame,
Or heap the fhrine of Luxury and Pride
With incenſe kindled at the Mufes flame.

Far

COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD.

Somevillage-Hampden, that with dauntles breast,
The little tyrant of his fields with flood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may reft,
Some Cromwell guiltles of his country's blood.

Th' applaue of lift'ning fenates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to deespife,
To featter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their hift'ry in a nation's eyes,

Their lot forbade : nor circumferib'd alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd;
Forbade to wade thro' flaunder to a throne,
And flut the gates of mercy to mankind.

The struggling pangs of confious Truth to hide,
To quench the blufhes of ingenuous Shame,
Or heap the thrine of Luxury and Pride
With incenfe kindled at the Mufes flame.

Far

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154

ELEGY WRITTEN IN A

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wills never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequefter'd vale of life
They kept the noifelefs tenour of their way.

Yet ev'n these bones from infult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapelefs sculpture
Implores the passing tribute of a figh. [deck'd,

Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd
The place of fame and elegy supply;
And many a holy text around she strews,
That teach the ruftic moralift to die.

For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
This pleafing anxious being e'er resign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the chearful day,
Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind ?

On

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154 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Their sober wills never learn'd to flray;
Along the cool kequefter'd vale of life
They kept the noifelefs tenour of their way.

Yet ev'n these bones from infult to protec't
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapelefs sculpture
Implores the pafling tribute of a figh.

[deck'd,

Their name, their years, ſpelt by th' unletter'd
The place of fame and elegy ſupply;
And many a holy text around the flrews,
That teach the ruſtic moralift to die.

For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,
This pleafing anxious being e'er reſign'd,
Left the warm precincts of the chearful day,
Nor caft one longing ling'ring look behind?

On

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