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FRAGMENT OF AN ODE
DEATH OF MR. GRAY.
* * * * * * * * * Fair are the gardens of the Aonian mount,
And sweet those blooming flow'rs
Which paint the Maidens' bow'rs. And clear the waters of the gurgling fount:
Swift they wind through chequer'd allies;
Huddling down to th’ open vallies ; · Where the quick ripple in the sunbeams plays, Turning to endless forms each glance of twinkling
O'er the gay scene th’ enamour'd inmates roam:
Many a gleam of sprightly thought,
Many a sad and sable mood, Whether from dazzling lustre brought,
Or nurs’d by shades of darksome wood, Keep death-like silence on their native shore, Since he, that gave them speech, is heard no more.
Flown is the spirit of GRAY
That breathe harmonious lay.
They bid their plaintive accents fill
Calliope informs the band:
“ Soft and slow
“ Let the melting measures flow, “ Nor lighter air disturb majestic woe.
" And thou, sage Priestess  of our holy fire,
“ Who saw'st the Poet's flame expire,
« O’er his well-deserving head.
« On Lycidas funk low .
66 Now wake that faithful lyre mute Dulness
66 reigns: “ Your echoes waft no more the friendly theme; 6 Clogg'd with thick vapours from the neighb'ring
“ plains, “ Where old Cam hardly moves his sluggard
66 stream. :
Claims festive song, or more melodious tear, “ Discordant murmurs grate mine ear. . “ Ne’er modeld by Pierian laws,
 Cambridge University, where Gray died. .  In 1638 the University published a volume of poems to the memory of Mr. Edward King, Milton's Lycidas.
“ Then idly glares full many a motley toy, “ Anacreontic grief, and creeping strains of joy.
“ Far other modes were thine,
“ Victim of hasty fate, “ Whom now the powers of melody deplore;
" Whether in lofty state 
“ Thou bad'st thy train divine 6 Of raptures on Pindaric pinions soar:
" Or hoping from thyself to fly
" To childhood's careless scenes , 66 Thou sent’st a warm refreshing eye
“ On Nature's faded greens :
“ Or when thy calm and steadfast mind
“ With philosophic reach profound “ Self-pleasing vanities resign’d,
“ Fond of the look, that loves the ground ;
 See Gray's Pindaric Odes.
“ While the coarse maid, inur’d to pain, • Supports the lab’ring heart, and Virtue's happiest
6 But most the music of thy plaintive moan 
“ With lengthen’d note detains the listning ear, * As lost in thought thou wander'st all alone
“Where spirits hover round their mansions drear.
66 By Contemplation's eye serenely view'd,
.“ Each lowly object wears an awful mien: 66 'Tis our own blindness veils the latent good :
6 The works of Nature need but to be seen..
“ Thou saw'st her beaming from the hamlet-sires
" Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade; 6 Where now, still faithful to their wonted fires ,
66 Thy own dear ashes are for ever laid.”
 Church-yard Elegy.