2

3.

The Boast of Haratory the Comp of Power.
and all, that (beguty, all that, Wealth, ner gave
Awaits plike the inevitably
The tasks of Glory lead but to the
Ingive, ye Proud, th involuntary Fault,
If allemory is there.

no

Grave.

Trophies raise,

Where were the long-drawn Ply, & fretted. Vault.
The pealing Anthem swells the otôte of Praise,

Can storied Uon, or animated Bust,
Back is its Mansion call, the fleeting B.
Can Honour's Voice awake the silent Dust,
Or Flattery sooth the dull cot ear of death?
Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some. Heart, once pregnant with celestial Fire,
Hlands, that the Reins of Empire might have sway'd,
Ecstasy the living: Lyre :

Or waked to

provoke

Some Village Zaur,
with dayntle's Breast
The little Tyrant of his Fields, withstood;
Some mute inglorious, Gully here may re
Some Casar, quiltless of his Country's

rest;

Rich with the Sporepresent the noble Rage,
But Knowledge to their Eyes her ample Page,
Jimg, did near unroll.
Chill. Penury
and froze the genial Current of the Soul.

many

a

had

Gem of purest Ray unfathom' d' Caves of Ocean bear!

The dark unfathom I

Full

many

a

Flower is Form to slush.

wast it's - Sweetness

Ih Applause of listening

The Threats of Pain
To scatter Plenty der
read their

their Slistry in

Sate forbad:

growing

: not

command,

derjowe.

smiling Land
Nation's Eyes,

a

urcumscribed alone

Their ggling Virtues but, their Crimes confined;

Forbind to

wade thro. Haughter

And shut the Gates of therey

Mankind

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The struggieings Pengs of conscious Fouth to hide,
4. quench the (Blushes, of inganuores Shama,
From Incense hallon) Luxury de Poide
wise the Shrine of

And

at

With

kindlade at

The thoughtless wort

Exalz
But

more

The Muse's Flame.

Rajesty may

the brave, te idolaze Success to innocence, their Safety own Than Sower are benims is conspired to bless Find thou;; who mindful of the unhonoured W. Dead in these ototes the arcles. Cale relate

Dost

By Night & lonely Contemplation led

yo

linger

in the gloomy _ Walks of late. Hark how the "sacred Calm, that broods around Bids evvy pierce tumultuous, Passion

cease

Ion still small decanes, whispering from the Ground et grateful. Earnest of eternal "Peace

thre the cool sequester; of Life Pursue the silent Senour of the Doom.

Fay from the madding Crowd's ignoble Strife;
Their sofer Wishes naver knew to stray:
the cool
sequentary Vale of Life.
They kept the silent fenous

nightect.
Some frail Memorial still created high decht
Wacouchy Thime, & shapeless Semipruse,
Emplores the passing Tribute of a Sigh.

Their Name their Years, spelt by the unletter'd Muse
The Place of Fame, de Epitaph suppley,
a holy Jaxt around, the Strews
That teach the rustic Moralist to die.

And many

for who to dumb Forgetfulness,

This pleasing anxions Being

Left the worm Precincts of the chearful day; d= longing linga ing Look

On some

Some

ford Breast the parting Foul relies, pious gious Drops the closing Eye requires: Even from the Tomb, the Voice of Nature cries, And buried Ashes glow with social, Fires For Thee, who mindful be: as above.

If chance, that cer some

With

vain,

pensive

more,

by sympathetic Musings endeley birt
the kived, Enquiry skall explore
once loved Hauniz, this long-deserted Shade.
hoary-headed Swain, shall
seen him at the Prep

Pay

some

Haply
oft have

we

With hasty Footsteps brush the Dews away the high Brow of yonder hanging. Levon

On

oft

teen

the Grain-wood side along,
Labours done,
Jong

our

Him have
ye
While o'er the Heath, we hied
as the Woodlark piped her favervell
With whispfil Eyes, pursue
Fook of yonder hoary
that, wreathes it's a fantastic tools to

at

His listless Length,

pore upon

And

The Bosom of his Gather embling slope repose) his proble Birch For Lick to grow them froy their dead Abode the Tap of Earth.

No farther seek his Marits to disclose,

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unkn

her own

was all he wished, a Friend
Jars Frencholy marked him for
Large was his Borinty be
A Youth to Fortungs

Heart, sincere;

the Bride would be stretch,

by. smiling at the

Scorn,

with Gestures quainter Mancien word ved hove
his fond
wan, he droopd,

Now woeful

Or crazed with Care

as one

forlorn,
I in hopeless Love:
the accustom Hill,

mised him

on

One Morn we

Another came,

Nor

nor

the Lawn,

yet

beside the Rill,

nor at the Wood
as

was

There scatter'd of the file sad him born

The next with Dinges meetin

Flow they the Church way rat can't read the day
Approach te rend, for
w the Stone beneath that ancient Theron

The manuscript from which the present Facsimile has been taken, is the only existing draught of the Poem, the Autograph at Pembroke House, Cambridge, being manifestly a fair copy made by the Poet, probably for circulation among his friends. This draught formed a portion of the papers bequeathed by Gray to his friend and biographer, Mason.