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Alone in nature's wealth array'd,
To Cattraeth’s vale in glittering row,
Have ye seen the tusky boar*,
and 1 e eastern
CONAN's name, my lay, rehearse,
* Have ye seen, &c.] This and the following sbort fragment ought to have appeared among the Posthumous Pieces of Gray; but it was thought preferable to insert them in this place with the preceding fragment from the Gododin.
Sacred tribute of the bard, Verse, the hero's sole reward. As the flame's devouring force; As the whirlwind in its course; As the thunders fiery stroke, Glancing on the shiver'd oak; Did the sword of Conan mow The crimson harvest of the foe.
ON MRS. CLARKE.
Lo! where this silent marble weeps,
Written at the request of Mr. Frederick Montagu, who in
tended to have inscribed it on a monument at Bellisle, at the siege of which Sir W. Williams was killed, 1761.
Here, foremost in the dangerous paths of fame,
Young Williams fought for England's fair renown; His mind each Muse, each Grace adorn'd his frame,
Nor envy dared to view him with a frown.
At Aix, his voluntary sword he drew,
There first in blood his infant honour seal'd; From fortune, pleasure, science, love, he flew,
And scorn'd repose when Britain took the field.
With eyes of flame, and cool undaunted breast,
Victor he stood on Bellisle's rocky steepsAh, gallant youth! this marble tells the rest,
Where melancholy friendship bends, and weeps.