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BENEATH the beech whole branches bare

Smit with the lightning's vivid glare,
O'erhang the craggy road,
And whistle hollow as they wave ;

Within a folitary grave,
A wretched Suicide holds his accurs d abode.

Lowr'd the grim morn, in murky dies.
Damp mifts involy'd the scowling skies

And dimm'd the struggling day;
As by the brook that ling'ring laves

Yon rulh-grown moor with fable waves,
Full of the dark refolve he took his fullen ways

I mark'd his desultory pace,
His gestures ftrange, and yarying face;

With many a mutter'd found;
And ah! too late, aghaft I view'd

The reeking blade, the hand embru’d,
He fell, and groaning graspidinagony the

ground, Full

Full many a melancholy night

ir He watch'd the slow return of light; And fought the pow'rs of fleepers

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To spread a momentary calm

O'er his fad couch, and in the balm
Of bland oblivion's dews his burning eyes to sleep

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Abrupt the social board to quit,
And gaze with eager glance upon the tumbling flood. .

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Beck’ning the wretch to tormehts new, w 19.
Despair, for ever in his view, with I

A spectre pale, appeared';
While, as the shades of eve arofe

And brought the day's unwelcome close,
More horrible and huge her giant-Shape the rearido

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« Is this, " miftaken Scorn will cry,
* Is this the youth, whose genius high

“ Could build the genuine rhyme ?,
" Whose bofom mild the fav’ring Muse
6 Had stor'd with all her ample views
Parent of faireft deeds, and purposes sublime po

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Ah! from the Muse that bofom mild
By treach'rous magic was beguild,

To strike the deathful blow :
She fillid his foft ingenious mind

With many a feeling too refin’d,
Arid rous’d to livelier pangs his wakeful sense of woc,

Though doom'd hard pénury, to prove,
And the sharp stings of hopeless-love ;

To griefs congenial prone,
More wounds than nature gave he knew,

While Mifery's form his fancy drew
la dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own.

Then with not o'er his earthly tomb
The baleful nightihade's lurid bloom

To drop its deadly dew:
Nor, oh! forbid the twisted thorn,

That rudely binds his turf forlorn,
With spring's green-swelling buds to vegetate anevi

What though no marble-piled bust
Adorn his desolated duft,

With speaking sculpture wrought ?
Pity thall woo the weeping Nine

To build a visionary fhrine, Hung with unfading flow'rs, froin fairy regions brought

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What though refus'd'each chanted rite?
Here viewless mourners fhall delight-

To touch the shadowy fhell :
And Petrarch's harp, that wept the doom?)

Of Laura, loft in early bloom, as'
In melancholy tones shall ring his penave knell.

To soothe a lone, unhallow'd shade,
This votive dirge fad duty paid,

Within an ivy'd nook :
Sudden the half-funk orb of day

More radiant hot its parting tay,
And thus a cherub-voice my charm’d attention took ;

“ Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praise ; « Nor thus for guilt in specious lays

“ The wreath of glory twine: * In vain with hues of gorgeous glow

" Gay Fancy gives her veft to flow, # Unless trụth's matron-hand the floating folds confine

'Just Heaven, man's fortitude to prove, * Perinits through life at large to rove

16 The tribes of hell-born woe ; " Yet the fame Pow'r that wisely sends

Life's fierceft ills, indulgent lends * Religion's golden shield to break th' embattled foc.

6 Her

46 Her aid divine had lullid to resto!
6 Yon foul self-murtherer's throbbing breast,

" And stay'd the riling form :
“ Had bade the fun of hope appear

“ To gild the darken'd hemisphere,' * And give the wonted bloom to nature's blasted form:

« Vain man ! 'tis heaven's prerogative
66 To take, what firft it deign'd to give,

" Thy tributary breath :
€ In awful expectation plac'd,

“ Await thy doom, nor impious haste “ Topluck from God's right hand his Instruments of

66 death."

THE INCURIOUS,

THREE years in London Bobadil had been,

Yet not the lions nor the tombs had seen;
I cannot tell the cause without a smile
The rogue had been in Newgate all the while.

ODS

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