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The Boast of Haratory the Comp of Power.
Where were the long-drawn Ply, & fretted. Vault.
Can storied Uon, or animated Bust,
Or waked to
Some Village Zaur,
Rich with the Sporepresent the noble Rage,
Gem of purest Ray unfathom' d' Caves of Ocean bear!
The dark unfathom I
Flower is Form to slush.
wast it's - Sweetness
Ih Applause of listening
The Threats of Pain
their Slistry in
Their ggling Virtues but, their Crimes confined;
wade thro. Haughter
And shut the Gates of therey
The struggieings Pengs of conscious Fouth to hide,
The thoughtless wort
The Muse's Flame.
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
By Night & lonely Contemplation led
in the gloomy _ Walks of late. Hark how the "sacred Calm, that broods around Bids evvy pierce tumultuous, Passion
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 Name their Years, spelt by the unletter'd Muse
for who to dumb Forgetfulness,
This pleasing anxions Being
Left the worm Precincts of the chearful day; d= longing linga ing Look
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
by sympathetic Musings endeley birt
With hasty Footsteps brush the Dews away the high Brow of yonder hanging. Levon
the Grain-wood side along,
His listless Length,
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,
was all he wished, a Friend
the Bride would be stretch,
by. smiling at the
with Gestures quainter Mancien word ved hove
Or crazed with Care
One Morn we
beside the Rill,
nor at the Wood
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
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.