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Weave the bright wreath, to worth departed juft, 

 And hang unfading chaplets on his buft ; 

 While pale Elfrida, bending o'er his bier, 

 Breathes the Toft figh and flieds the graceful tear; 

 And ftern Caraftacns, with brow deprefs'd, 

 Clafps the cold marble to his mailed breaft. 

 In Incid troops (hall choral Virgins throng, 

 With voice alternate channt their Poet's fong, 

 And, O ! in golden characters record 

 Each firm, immutable, immortal word ! 



Thofc laft two lines from the final chorus 

 of Elfrida, admirably clofe this tribute to the 

 memory of him who (lands fecond to Gray 

 as a lyric Poet; whofe Engliih Garden is 

 one of the happieft efforts of didaftic verfe ; 

 containing the pureft elements of horticul- 

 tural tafte ; dignified by fentiments of free* 

 dom and virtue ; rendered interefting by 

 epifode, and given in thofe energetic and 

 undulating meafures which render blank 

 verfe excellent ; whofe unowned fatires, 

 yet certainly his, the Heroic Epiftle to Sir 

 William Chambers, and it's Poflfcript, art 



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