5 10 Our bonnie bairn's there, Jean, To the land o' the leal! Then dry that tearfu' e'e, Jean, To the land o' the leal. Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean, In the land o' the leal. Lady Nairn 5 10 15 20 CXCIX ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF Ye distant spires, ye antique towers And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among His silver-winding way: Ah happy hills! ah pleasing shade! Ah fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing To breathe a second spring. Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Who foremost now delight to cleave While some on earnest business bent 'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, No sense have they of ills to come Yet see how all around 'em wait And black Misfortune's baleful train! These shall the fury Passions tear, And Shame that sculks behind; Ambition this shall tempt to rise, And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try Amid severest woe. Lo, in the vale of years beneath The painful family of Death, More hideous than their queen: This racks the joints, this fires the veins, Lo! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, To each his sufferings: all are men, The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. T. Gray CC THE SHRUBBERY O happy shades! to me unblest! And heart that cannot rest, agree! Foregoes not what she feels within, Has lost its beauties and its powers. The saint or moralist should tread These tell me of enjoyments past, W. Cowper 5 CCI HYMN TO ADVERSITY Daughter of Jove, relentless power, With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone. 5 10 15 20 20 25 30 35 When first thy Sire to send on earth What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, Light they disperse, and with them go To her they vow their truth, and are again believed. Immersed in rapturous thought profound, And Melancholy, silent maid, With leaden eye, that loves the ground, Warm Charity, the general friend, With Justice, to herself severe, And Pity dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear. Dread goddess, lay thy chastening hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Nor circled with the vengeful band (As by the impious thou art seen) With thundering voice, and threatening mien, With screaming Horror's funeral cry, Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty;— Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound my heart. 40 What others are to feel, and know myself a Man. T. Gray |