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In the character of his Elegy I rejoice to concur with the common reader; f\>r by the common sense of readers, uncorrupted with literary prejudices, after all the refinements of subtilty and the dogmatism of learning, must be finally decided all claim to poetical honours. The 'Church yard* abounds with images which find a mirror in every mind, and with sentiments to which every bosom returns an echo. The four stanzas, beginning ' Yet even these bones/ are to me original: I have never seen the notions in any other place; yet he that reads them here persuades himself that he has always felt them. Had Gray written often thus, it had been vaiD to blame, and ue^W.s to oraise him.
I. ON THE SPRING.
Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Fair Venus' tiain, appear,
And wake the purple year!
While, whisp'ring pleasure as they fly,
Cool Zephyi/ through the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling.
Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader, browner shade;
O'er-canopies the glade,
How vain the ardour of the crowd,
How low, how little are the proud,
The panting herds repose:
The busy murmur glows!
And float amid the liquid noon:
Quick-glancing to tha sua.
To Contemplation's sober eye
Such is the race of man:
Methinks I hear in accents low
The sportive kind reply:
A solitary fly!
On hasty wings thy youth is flown;
Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone—<-
II. ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,
Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes,
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima reclined,