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Alone in nature's wealth array’d,
To Cattraeth’s vale in glittering row,
Conan's name, my lay, rehearse,
Build to him the lofty verse, * Have ye seen, &c.] This and the following shortf ought to have appeared among the Posthumous P Gray; but it was thought preferable to insert them place with the preceding fragment from the Gododir
Sacred tribute of the bard, Verse, the hero's sole reward. As the flame's devouring force; As the whirlwind in its course; As the thunders fiery stroke, Glancing on the shiver'd oak; Did the sword of Conan mow The crimson harvest of the foe.
ON MRS. CLARKE.
Lo! where this silent marble weeps,
ON SIR WILLIAM WILLIAMS.
Written at the request of Mr. Frederick Montagu, who in
tended to have inscribed it on a monument at Bellisle, at the siege of which Sir W. Williams was killed, 1761.
Here, foremost in the dangerous paths of fame,
Young Williams fought for England's fair renown; His mind each Muse, each Grace adorn'd his frame,
Nor envy dared to view him with a frown.
At Aix, his voluntary sword he drew,
There first in blood his infant honour seal'd; From fortune, pleasure, science, love, he flew,
And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field.
eyes of flame, and cool undaunted breast, Victor he stood on Bellisle's rocky steeps Ah, gallant youth! this marble tells the rest,
Where melancholy friendship bends, and weeps.