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Of good Evander, still where he was left
, and, having reach'd it, stood.
A BARKING sound the shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;-
Among the scatter'd rocks:
The dog is not of mountain breed;
Its motions, too, are wild and shy;
That keeps, till June, December's snow; A lofty precipice in front,
A silent tarn below!
Send through the tarn a lonely cheer:
In symphony austere. Thither the rainbow comes; the cloud; And mists, that spread the flying shroud; And sun-beams; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past:But that enormous barrier binds it fast. Not knowing what to think, a while
The shepherd stood; then makes his way Towards the dog, o'er rocks and stones,
As quickly as he may;
From those abrupt and perilous rocks,
The man had fallen,—that place of fear !-
It breaks, and all is clear.
Of which this mournful tale I tell!
This wonder merits well : The dog, which still was hovering nigh, Repeating the same timid cry, This dog had been, thro' three months' space, A dweller in that savage place. Yes, proof was plain, that, since the day
On which the traveller thus had died,
Or by his master's side:
ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower,
The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,
The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield !
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth, e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour,
The paths of glory lead but to the grave !
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where thro' the long-drawn aisle, and fretted vault,
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust,
Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? Perhaps, in this neglected spot, is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or wak’d to ecstacy the living lyre.
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. Th’applause of listening senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscrib'd alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confin'd; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind;