Yet down his cheeks the gems of pity fell, To fee the helpless wretches that remain'd, There left thro' delves and deferts dire to yell; Amaz'd, their looks with pale dismay were stain'd, And, fpreading wide their hands, they meek repentance feign'd. LXXV. But ah! their fcorned day of grace was past: Before them stretch'd, bare, comfortless, and vaft; There nor trim field, nor lively culture fmil'd; But fands abrupt on fands lay loosely piľ'd, Thro' which they flound'ring toil'd with painful care, Whilst Phebus finote them fore, and fir'd the cloudlefs air. LXXVI. Then, varying to a joylefs land of bogs, Or else the ground by piercing Gaurus fear'd, Gaunt Beggary, and Scorn, with many hell-hounds moe. LXXVII. The firft was with bafe dunghill rags yclad, Tainting the gale, in which they flutter'd light; Of morbid hue his features, funk, and fad; Mean-time foul fcurf and blotches him defile; LXXVIII. The other was a fell despightful fiend : Hell holds none worse in baleful bow'r below: Was cold, and keen, like blast from Boreal fnow; Such were the twain that off drove this ungodly fry. LXXIX. Ev'n fo thro' Brentford town, a town of mud, The filthy beafts, that never chew the cud, Still grunt, and fqueak, and fing their troublous fong, And oft they plunge themfelves the mire among: But ay the ruthlefs driver goads them on, And ay of barking dogs the bitter throng Makes them renew their unmelodious moan; Ne ever find they reft from their unresting fone. POE M ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS. VER SES OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF MR. AIK MAN, A A particular FRIEND of the AUTHOR.. S those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is fever'd from the heart ;; Till loofen'd life, at laft, but breathing clay, Without one pang is glad to fall away. Whofe eyes have wept o'er ev'ry friend laid low, |