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Oh lost to Virtue, lost to manly thought Lost to the noble sallies of the soul Who thinks [[underline]] solitude to be alone. [[/underline]] Mark! how the sacred calm that breathes around Bids ev'ry fierce tumultuous passions cease In still, low, accents whisp'ring from the ground A Grateful earnest of eternal peace. --Gray Elegy. I could have said with the apothecary in Juliet my poverty but not my will consents.-- The dry leaves rustled to the wind, & fell And floated on the stream, there was no voice Save of the mournful Rooks, that overhead Wing'd their long line ... Southey's Madoc
