79. Even so through Brentford town, a town of mud, A herd of bristly swine is prick'd along, The filthy beasts, that never chew the cud, [song, fortune. Eftsoons, immediately, often, afterward. Eke, also. Fays, fairies. Gear, or Geer, furniture, equipage, dress. Glaive, sword. (Fr) Bale, sorrow, trouble, mis- Glee, joy, pleasure. Benept, named. Blazon, painting, displaying. Carol, to sing songs of joy. Certes, certainly. Han, have. Hight, named, called; and sometimes it is used for is called. See Stanza vii. Idless, idleness. Imp, child, or offspring; from the Saxon impan, to graft or plant. Dan, a word prefixed to Kest, for cast. names. Deftly, skilfully. Depainted, painted. Drowsy-head, drowsiness. Lad, for led. Lad, a piece of land, or Sicker, sure, surely. Soot, sweet, or sweetly. Swink, to labour.' Transmen'd, transformed. Unkempt (Lat. incomptus), unadorned. Ween, to think, be of opinion. Weet, to know, to weet, to wit. Whilom, ere-while, formerly. Wight, man. Wis, for wist, to know, N. B. The letter Y is frequently placed in the beginning of a word by Spenser, to lenghthen it a syllable, and en at the end of a word, for the same reason, as withouten, casten, &c. Yborn, born. Yfere, together. Yblent, or blent, blended, Ymolten, melted. mingled. Yclad, clad. Yeleped, called, named. Yode, (preter, tense of yede), went. ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. BY MR. COLLINS. The scene of the following stanzas is supposed to lie on the Thames, near Richmond. IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds Then maids and youths shall linger here, To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore, When Thames in summer wreaths is drest, And oft suspend the dashing oar, To bid his gentle spirit rest! And oft as ease and health retire, The friend shall view yon whitening spire, But Thou! who ownest that earthy bed, That mourn beneath the gliding sail! Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide And see the fairy valleys fade; Dun night has veiled the solemn view! The genial meads assigned to bless Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom; Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay, w MILNER AND SOWERBY, PRINTERS, HALIFAX, |