E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature Fair Science frowned not on his bumbie cries, birth, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. And Melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sin cere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear; He gained from Heaven ('t was all he wished) a friend. No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode: (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God. ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE. YE distant spires, ye antique towers, Her Henry's holy shade; Whose turf, whose shade, whose flow ers among Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! I feel the gales that from ye blow Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen The paths of pleasure trace, What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball? |