E>R, DARWIN. Iiy 



in danger, he paraphrafed Petrarch's cele- 

 brated fonnet, narrating a dream, whofe 

 prophecy was accomplifhed by the death 

 of Laura. It took place the night on 

 which the vrfion arofe amid his flumber. 

 Dr. Darwin extended the thoughts of that 

 fonnet into the following elegy. 



Dread Dream, that, hovering in the midnight air, 

 Clafp'd, with thy dufky wing, my aching head, 

 While, to Imagination's ftartled ear, 

 Toll'd the ilow bell, for bright Eliza dead. 



Stretch'd on her fable bier, the grave betide, 



A fnow-white fhroud her breathlefs bofom bound, 



O'er her wan brow the mimic lace was tied, 



And Loves, and Virtues, hung their garlands round. 



From thofe cold lips did fofteft accents flow ? 

 Round that pale mouth did fwecteft dimples play ? 

 On this dull cheek the rofe of beauty blow, 

 And thofe dim eyes difTufe celeHial day ? 



Did this cold hand unafldng want relieve, 

 Or wake the lyre to every rapturous found ? 

 How fad, for other's woe, this breaft would heave ! 

 How light iliis heart, for other's tranfport, bound ! 



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