[ 11 ] I I ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.' *Ανθρωπος, ἱκανὴ πρόφασις εἰς τὸ δυστυχεῖν. MENANDER. Incert. Fragm. ver. 382, ed. Cler. p. 245. E distant spires, ye antique towers, And ye, that from the ftately brow Of Windfor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead furvey, Whofe turf, whofe fhade, whofe flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His filver-winding way : Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A ftranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow As waving fresh their gladfome wing, Say, father Thames, for thou hast seen With pliant arm, thy glaffy wave? The captive linnet which enthral ? What idle progeny fucceed To chase the rolling circle's speed,+ urge the flying ball ? Or urge While fome on earnest business bent Their murm'ring labours ply 'Gainst graver hours that bring constraint To fweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers difdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare defcry: Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, And lively cheer, of vigour born; That fly th' approach of morn. Alas! regardless of their doom No fense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day : Yet fee, how all around 'em wait The minifters of human fate, And black Misfortune's baleful train ! Ah, show them where in ambush stand, To feize their prey, the murth'rous band! Ah, tell them, they are men! These shall the fury Paffions tear, And Shame that fculks behind; That inly gnaws the secret heart; And Sorrow's piercing dart. |