With haft runs over every different rooms won I In pain to fee. the whole, Thrice happy meeting&A Nor time, nor death, fhall ever part them more, 10 'Tis but a night, a long and moonless night; as 167 We make the Grave our bed, and then are gone.Ɔ Thus at the shut of ev'n, the weary bird 40 Leaves the wide air, and in fome lonely brake Cow'rs down, and dozes till the dawn of day, Then claps his well-fledg'd wings, and bears away, กล vedio A MONODY TO THE MEMORY OF LADY LYTTELTON. T From ev'ry duty, ev'ry care, діт T I now may give my burden'd heart relief led W Our grofs defires inelegant and low ar is indT esb to aweb and II.Chob bas „nwab er wol Ye tufted grovesi ye gently falling rills 1 aw 24h Aube vin acquio mit Ye high o'erfhadowing hills! Ye lawns! gay-fmiling with eternal green, Oft have you my But never shall you now behold her more, And tafte refin'd, your rural charms explore: III. Oft would the Dryads of thefe woods rejoice, For her er deifing, when she deign'd to fing, The fweeteft fongfters of the fpring, The woodlark and the linnet pleas'd no more, The nightingale was And ev'ry thepherd's flute Was caftan filent febrn aways asitio to qmoq saT While all attended to her sweeter lay.d fɔom vil Ye larks and linnets! now refutie your fong, y oT And thou, melodious Philomellendris rewof bпA Again thy plaintive story telly paidmana na mord For death has stopt that tuneful tongue resum diiW Whofe mufic could alone your warbling notes excel In vain I look around our gamað y My Lucy's wonted footsteps to defery. face sȚ Where oft we us'd to walk, Where oft in tender talk We faw the fummer's fun go down the sky; Nor by yon fountain's fide, Nor where its waters glide Along the valley can the now be found. In all the wide-ftretch'd profpect's ample bound A No more my mournful eye Can aught of her espy, But the fad facred earth where her dear relies lie. at 179167 barlɔierw O V. Venuh usry casw T O fhades of Hagley where is now your boast toH Your bright inhabitant is loft, wo quger-h br A You fhe preferr'd to all the gay reforts ons motrad Where female vanity might wish to fhine, The pomp of cities and the pride of courts tɔ as W And banish'd ev'ry passion from her breast, Sweet babes who, like the little playful fawns, Were wont to trip along thefe verdant lawns, *** By your delighted mother's fide, Who now your infant fteps fhall guide ? Ah where is now the hand whofe tender care O wretched father! left alone To weep their dire misfortune and thy own! Perform the duties that you doubly owe,y caftan W Now the, alas is gone From folly and from vice their helpless age to fave?? VII. Where were ve, Mufes when relentless Fate From these for fond arms your fair disciple tore, From these fond arms that vainly strove With hapless ineffectual love To guard her bofom from the mortal blow? Whate'er your ancient fages taught, Your ancient bards fublimely thought, T And bade her raptur'd breast with all your spirit glow? VIII. Nor then did Pindus or Caftalia's plain, Nor then on Mincio's + bank, Befet with ofiers dank, Nor where Clitumnus * rolls his gentle stream, + The Mincio runs by Mantua,the birth place of Virgil. The Clitumnus is a river of Umbria, the residence of Propertius. |