Carmina ad Nobiliffum THOMAM HOLLES DUCEM DE NEWCASTLE infcripta, cum Academiam Cantabrigienfem Bibliothecæ Reftituendæ caufa inviferet. A Prid. Kalend. Maias, 1755. DE REG E. UGUSTUS, Artium ufque fautor optimus, Condi imperavit confecrata literis, Ut invidenda fint vel illis Edibus Brunfvichianis Brunfvichianis fcilicet fanctiffimum est AD CANCELLARIUM. O Tu, qui doctas Cami feliciter artes Protegis, Aonii duxque decufque chori, Quod Domus incipiat tam læto hæc omine condi, Perge fovere Artes, nec vanum urgere laborem : ΑΝ A N ELE GY, Written in a Country Church-Yard. By Mr. GRA Y. HE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, THE The lowing herd wind flowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the fight, And all the air a folemn ftillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight, Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain Of fuch, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Moleft her ancient, folitary reign. Beneath CARMEN ELEGIACUM, A In CIMETERIO RUSTICO compofitum. Udiftin! quam lenta fonans campana per agros, Ærato occiduam nuntiat ore diem. Armenta impellunt crebris mugitibus auras, Omnia pallefcunt jam decedentia visu, Quàque hedera antiquas fociâ complectitur umbrâ Et ftrepit ad lunam, fi quis fub nocte vagetur Has Beneath thofe rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet fleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's fhrill clarion, or the ecchoing horn, No more fhall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or bufy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lifp their fire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their fickle 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 |