. A selection of posthumous poems. V ft f F ^^^^^^^^^^^^v^^^^ry^F^^F^^ 1 ^^^fe^fe^^^ > 9 <% i i < A. AN EPICEDIUM. COMPOSED IN A VILLAGE CHURCHYARD. At dusk of eve, I took my silent way,With lonely steps, in melancholy mood, To muse awhile, and pour a mournful layWhere mirth and vanity could not obtrude. The sun had sunk beyond a western cloud,Gilding the edge of its fantastic form ; The sable rook had gone to rest, and loudThe distant boatman blew his mellow horn. The soft-toned blackbird poured his pensive lay,As pleasing silence stole o*er hill and dale; The twilight lingered ere d
. A selection of posthumous poems. V ft f F ^^^^^^^^^^^^v^^^^ry^F^^F^^ 1 ^^^fe^fe^^^ > 9 <% i i < A. AN EPICEDIUM. COMPOSED IN A VILLAGE CHURCHYARD. At dusk of eve, I took my silent way,With lonely steps, in melancholy mood, To muse awhile, and pour a mournful layWhere mirth and vanity could not obtrude. The sun had sunk beyond a western cloud,Gilding the edge of its fantastic form ; The sable rook had gone to rest, and loudThe distant boatman blew his mellow horn. The soft-toned blackbird poured his pensive lay,As pleasing silence stole o*er hill and dale; The twilight lingered ere departing day, And purling waters murmured through the vale. J^v^v^v5pv^vSSc^^3Bp^^a^v^ ^JfcOa^gAafcjijiEA^AaJL^ ... • i 1 4 AN EPICEDIUM. The evening star was twinkling in the west,The glow-worm glistened on the woodland nigh The busy tribes of air were hushd to rest,-—And distant objects faded on the eye. The bat adventured from his murky den,And beat with rapid wing the misty air; The owl was skimming oer the silent glen,And thoughtful melancholy stole a tear. There is a something in the shades of
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