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Restor'd to love and thee.
My life — my all that's mine !
XL. “No ; never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true: The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.”
Good people all, of every sort,
It can not hold you long.
* From The Vicar of Wakefield, 1766; with an emended line from the edition of 1773. —This third elegy too frequently deviates from its model. M. Nodier remarks that its epigrammatic conclusion is imitated from the French. — The author had made a sharp attack on plaintive elegy in his earliest work, An Inquiry, etc., 1759; and it is remarkable that the sarcastic design of these elegies should have failed
In Islington there was a man
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
The naked every day he clad—
And in that town a dog was found:
And curs of low degree.
to attract the attention of commentators. It is quite evident from the manner in which the above specimen is introduced. The vicar, happily seated by his own fireside, where all are busied in forming projects, or laughing at whatever folly comes uppermost, assents to the proposal of a song from his youngest boy; and thus records the previous interlocution: “Which song do you choose, The dying Swan, or the Elegy on the death of a mad dog " 'The elegy, child, by all means,' said I, ‘I never heard that yet; and Deborah, my life, grief you know is dry, let us have a bottle of the best gooseberry wine, to keep up our spirits. I have wept so much at all sorts of elegies of late, that without an enlivening glass I am sure this will overcome me; and Sophy, love, take your guitar, and thrum in with the boy a little.’”
Around, from all the neighboring streets,
To bite so good a man.
The wound it seem'd both sore and sad
They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light,
The dog it was that died.