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ADVERTISEMENT.

In the foregoing Edition the text of all those pieces, which the Author published in his life-time, is given exactly as he left it in the London and Glasgow editions; and the few added pieces are printed verbatim from his corrected manuscripts. I have also inserted all his explanatory notes at the bottom of their respective pages; but those which only pointed out imitative expressions have been reserved for these concluding pages, because many of them appeared to me not very material, and therefore would have crowded the text as unnecessarily as my own annotations. W. M.

NOTES, &c.

ODE I.

The original manuscript title, which Mr. Gray gave to this Ode, was NOONTIDE; probably he then meant to write two more, descriptive of Morning and Evening. His unfinished Ode (vide p. 232 of the Memoirs) opens with a fine description of the former; and his Elegy was as beautiful a picture of the latter, which perhaps he might, at that time, have meditated upon for the exordium of an ode; but this is only conjecture. It may, however, be remarked, that these three capital descriptions abound with ideas which affect the ear more than the eye; and therefore go beyond the powers of picturesque imitation.

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1. O'er-canopies the glade. Stanza ii. l. 4.

IMITATION.

a bank

O'er-canopied with luscious woodbine. G.

Shakes. Mids. Night's Dream.

2. How low, how little are the proud,

How indigent the great.

Stanza ii. l. 9, 10.

VARIATION.

How low, how indigent the proud;
How little are the great.

Thus it stood in Dodsley's Miscellany, where it was first published. The Author corrected it on account of the point of little and great. It certainly had too much the appearance of a concetto, though it expressed his meaning better than the present reading.

3. And float amid the liquid noon. Stanza iii. l. 7.

Nare

IMITATION.

per æstatem liquidam. Virgil. Georg. lib. iv.

4. Quick-glancing to the sun.

Stanza iii. l. 10.

IMITATION.

sporting with quick glance,

Shew to the sun their wav'd coats dropt with gold.
Milton's Par. Lost, b. vii. G.

5. To Contemplation's sober eye. Stanza iv. l. 1.

IMITATION.

While insects from the threshold preach, &c.

M. GREEN in the Grotto. Dodsley's Misc. vol. v. p. 161. G.

ODE II.

1. This little piece, in which comic humour is so happily blended with lyrical fancy, was written in point of time some years later than the first, third, and fourth Odes. See Memoirs, p. 187; but as the Author had printed it here in his own edition, I have not changed it. Mr. Walpole, since the death of Mr. Gray, has placed the China vase in question on a pedestal at Strawberry-hill, with the first four lines of the Ode for its inscription.

'Twas on this vase's lofty side, &c.

2. Two angel forms were seen to glide. Stanza iii. l. 2.

VARIATION.

Two beauteous forms. First edition in Dodsley's Misc.

ODE III.

1. This was the first English production of Mr. Gray which appeared in print. It was published in folio by Dodsley in 1747; about the same time, at Mr. Walpole's request, Mr. Gray sat for his picture to Echart, in which, on a paper which he held in his hand, Mr. Walpole wrote the title of this Ode, and to intimate his own high and just opinion of it, as a first production, added this line of Lucan by way of motto

Nec licuit populis parvum te, Nile, videre.—Phars. lib. x. 1. 296. 2. And, redolent of joy and youth. Stanza ii. l. 9.

IMITATION.

And bees their honey redolent of spring.

Dryden's Fable on the Pythag. System. G.

3. And hard Unkindness' alter'd eye, Stanza viii. l. 6.

The elision here is ungraceful and hurts this otherwise beautiful line: one of the same kind in the second line of the first Ode makes the same blemish; but I think they are the only two to be found in this correct writer; and I mention them here that succeeding poets may not look upon them as authorities. The judicious reader will not suppose that I would condemn all elisions of the genitive case, by this stricture on those which are terminated by rough consonants. Many there are which the ear readily admits, and which use has made familiar to it.

4. And moody Madness laughing wild. Stanza viii. l. 9.

IMITATION.

Madness laughing in her ireful mood.

Dryden's Palamon and Arcite. G.

ODE IV.

1. This Ode was first published, with the three foregoing, in Dodsley's Miscellany, under the title of an Hymn to Adversity, which title is here dropped for the sake of uniformity in the page. It is unquestionably as truly lyrical as any of his other odes.

2. Exact my own defects to scan.

Stanza vi. l. 7.

The many hard consonants, which occur in this line, hurt the ear; Mr. Gray perceived it himself, but did not alter it, as the words themselves were those which best conveyed his idea, and therefore he did not choose to sacrifice sense

to sound.

Had Mr. Gray completed the fine lyrical fragment, which I have inserted in the fourth section of the Memoirs, I should have introduced it into the text of his Poems, as the fifth and last of his monostrophic odes. In order to fulfil the promise which I made to my reader, (see p. 231) I shall now reprint the piece with my own additions to it. I have already made my apology for the attempt; and therefore shall only add, that although (as is usually done on such occasions) I print my supplemental lines in the italic character, yet I am well aware that their inferiority would but too easily distinguish them without any typographical

assistance.

ODE

ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE.

Now the golden Morn aloft

Waves her dew-bespangled wing,

With vermil cheek, and whisper soft

She wooes the tardy Spring:

Till April starts, and calls around
The sleeping fragrance from the ground;
And lightly o'er the living scene
Scatters his freshest, tenderest green.

New-born flocks, in rustic dance,
Frisking ply their feeble feet;
Forgetful of their wintry trance
The birds his presence greet:
But chief, the sky-lark warbles high
His trembling thrilling ecstacy;

And, lessening from the dazzled sight,
Melts into air and liquid light.

Rise, my soul! on wings of fire,
Rise the rapt'rous choir among;
Hark! 'tis Nature strikes the lyre,
And leads the general song:
Warm let the lyric transport flow,
Warm, as the ray that bids it glow;
And animates the vernal grove

With health, with harmony, and love.

Yesterday the sullen year
Saw the snowy whirlwind fly;
Mute was the music of the air,
The herd stood drooping by:
Their raptures now that wildly flow,
No yesterday, nor morrow know;
'Tis man alone that joy descries
With forward, and reverted eyes.

Smiles on past Misfortune's brow
Soft Reflection's hand can trace;
And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw
A melancholy grace;
While Hope prolongs our happier hour,
Or deepest shades, that dimly lower
And blacken round our weary way,
Gilds with a gleam of distant day.

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