The Wiccamical Chaplet a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford |
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ON THE DEATH OF Dr. GREGORY, Professor of Physic at Edinburgh. |
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ON THE DEATH OF Dr. GREGORY, Professor of Physic at Edinburgh.
Far from the gay, to seek the lonely shade,
With heaving breast the Muse dejected turns,
Sighs to the wave that murmurs in the glade,
And Isis echoes what Edina mourns.
With heaving breast the Muse dejected turns,
Sighs to the wave that murmurs in the glade,
And Isis echoes what Edina mourns.
O Thou so greatly lov'd, so quickly lost!
The tear that o'er thy grave unbidden flows
Prints on the living turf a fairer boast
Than all the fame that sculptur'd pride bestows.
The tear that o'er thy grave unbidden flows
Prints on the living turf a fairer boast
Than all the fame that sculptur'd pride bestows.
Science on thee, her early fav'rite, smil'd,
Lur'd from the mazes of her dark retreat;
And led thee swiftly thro' the boundless wild,
To those blest bowers where Wisdom fix'd her seat.
Lur'd from the mazes of her dark retreat;
And led thee swiftly thro' the boundless wild,
To those blest bowers where Wisdom fix'd her seat.
And oft thine eye the treasures would explore
That Nature pours to sooth the stings of pain,
And Pæan's self inspir'd the sacred lore
That forc'd the praise of all thy wond'ring train.
That Nature pours to sooth the stings of pain,
And Pæan's self inspir'd the sacred lore
That forc'd the praise of all thy wond'ring train.
And oft thy curious step would lightly trace
The flow'ry margin of the vocal mead,
Where sport the warb'ling Muse and sprightly Grace,
And sweep the lyre, and wake the tuneful reed.
The flow'ry margin of the vocal mead,
Where sport the warb'ling Muse and sprightly Grace,
And sweep the lyre, and wake the tuneful reed.
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Tho', pressing on to Fame's exalted shrine,
The dazzling rays of glory round thee play'd,
Still Modesty would blend her paths with thine,
Shrink from the glare and court the milder shade.
The dazzling rays of glory round thee play'd,
Still Modesty would blend her paths with thine,
Shrink from the glare and court the milder shade.
But poor the praise that rests on envied art,
Could Wisdom's lips alone thy worth proclaim:
Thine was the feeling breast, the lib'ral heart;
And every tongue conspir'd to bless thy name.
Could Wisdom's lips alone thy worth proclaim:
Thine was the feeling breast, the lib'ral heart;
And every tongue conspir'd to bless thy name.
Thine was the joy another's joy to swell,
From pedant strife indignant far to fly,
With Fancy's beams the gloom of woe dispel,
And dry the tear that melts in Sorrow's eye.
From pedant strife indignant far to fly,
With Fancy's beams the gloom of woe dispel,
And dry the tear that melts in Sorrow's eye.
With Her, whose mental charms her bloom refin'd,
Once was thy lot the purest bliss below;
And now, in happier, holier ties combin'd,
Ye share the joys which only angels know.
Once was thy lot the purest bliss below;
And now, in happier, holier ties combin'd,
Ye share the joys which only angels know.
Yet the kind father, and the common friend,
Thine heirs must weep, whom ev'ry grace adorns;
Yet with their sighs the public sorrows blend,
And Isis echoes what Edina mourns.
Thine heirs must weep, whom ev'ry grace adorns;
Yet with their sighs the public sorrows blend,
And Isis echoes what Edina mourns.
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