THE
POETICAL WORKS
OF
ELIJAH FENTON.
WITH THE LIFE OF THE AUTHOR.
Strong were thy thoughts, yet reason bore the sway;
Humble yet learn'd; tho' innocent yet gay:
So pure of heart, that thou might'st safely show
Thy inmost bosom to thy basest foe:
Careless of wealth, thy bliss a calm retreat,
Far from the insults of the scornful great———
O Woods! O Wilds! O ev'ry bow'ry Shade!
So often vocal by his music made,
Now other sounds—far other sounds, return,
And o'er his hearse with all your echoes mourn———
Where were ye, Muses! by what fountain side,
What river, sporting when your fav'rite dy'd?
He knew by verse to chain the headlong floods,
Silence loud winds, or charm attentive woods.BROOME.
Humble yet learn'd; tho' innocent yet gay:
So pure of heart, that thou might'st safely show
Thy inmost bosom to thy basest foe:
Careless of wealth, thy bliss a calm retreat,
Far from the insults of the scornful great———
O Woods! O Wilds! O ev'ry bow'ry Shade!
So often vocal by his music made,
Now other sounds—far other sounds, return,
And o'er his hearse with all your echoes mourn———
Where were ye, Muses! by what fountain side,
What river, sporting when your fav'rite dy'd?
He knew by verse to chain the headlong floods,
Silence loud winds, or charm attentive woods.BROOME.
EDINBURG:
AT THE Apollo Press, BY THE MARTINS.
Anno 1779.
