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To sooth the hovering foul be thine the care,
With plaintive cries to lead the mournful band, In fable weeds the golden vase to bear,
And cull my ashes with thy trembling hand : Panchaia's odours be their costly feast,
And all the pride of Asia's fragrant year, Give them the treasures of the farthest East,
And, what is still more precious, give thy tear.
Surely no blame can fall upon the nymph who rejected a swain of so little meaning.
His verses are not rugged, but they have no sweetness; they never glide in a stream of melody. Why Hammond or other writers have thought the quatrain of ten fyllables elegiac, it is difficult to tell. The character of the Elegy is gentleness and tenuity, but this stanza has been pronounced by Dryden, whose knowledge of English metre was not inconsiderable, to be the most magnificent of all the measures which our language affords.
his country. He tells of himself, that he
born near the Avon's banks. Of the clofe of his life, those whom his poems have delighted will read with pain the
SO MERVILE. OF Mr. SOMERVILE’s life I am not
able to say any thing that can satisfy He
was a gentleman whose estate was in Warwickshire; his house is called Edston, a seat inherited from a long line of ancestors ; for he was said to be of the first family in
He was bred at Winchester-school, but I know not whether he was of any university. I have never heard of him but as of a poet, a country gentleman, and a skilful and useful Justice of the Peace.