Brunfvichianis fcilicet fanctiffimum eft AD CANCELLARIUM. O Tu, qui doctas Cami feliciter artes Protegis, Aonii duxque decufque chori, Quod Domus incipiat tam læto hæc omine condi, Quæ nec Bodleio cedat, id omne tuum est. Munera dant numerofa manus procerumque patrumque, Exemplo & monitis exftimulata tuis. Perge fovere Artes, nec vanum urgere laborem : AN A NE ELE GY, Written in a Country Church-Yard. T' By Mr. GRA Y. HE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 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 fecret bow'r, Moleft her ancient, folitary reign. Beneath า CARMEN ELEGIA CUM, A IN CIMETERIO RUSTICO Compofitum. Udiftin! quam lenta fonans campana per agros, Armenta impellunt crebris mugitibus auras, Omnia pallefcunt jam decedentia vifu, Quàque hedera antiquas fociâ complectitur umbrâ Et ftrepit ad lunam, fi quis fub nocte vagetur Has Beneath those 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 ftraw-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 ftubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy ftroke! Let CARMEN ELEGIACUM, A IN CIMETERIO RUSTICO compofitum. Udiftin! quam lenta fonans campana per agros, Ærato occiduam nuntiat ore diem. Armenta impellunt crebris mugitibus auras, Laffatufque domum rufticus urget iter. Solus ego in tenebris moror, & vestigia folus Compono tacitâ nocte, vacoque mihi. Omnia pallefcunt jam decedentia vifu, Et terra & cœlum, qua patet, omne filet. Cuncta filent, nifi mufca fuam fub vefpere fero Raucifonans pigram qua rotat orbe fugam ; Cuncta filent, nifi qua faciles campanula fomnos Allicit, & lento murmure mulcet oves. Quàque hedera antiquas fociâ complectitur umbrâ Et ftrepit ad lunam, fi quis fub nocte vagetur |