William Hamilton Reid (Уильям Гамильтон Рид)
An Elegy on the Unknown Author of the Ancient Ballad of Chevy Chace
In deep oblivion's dreary gloom A magic name at rest is laid; The ruthless rigours of the tomb But half conceals the stately shade. What, if the Muses earth-born name To blazing Fame has been deny'd, In Merit's unabating claim The loss is more than half supply'd. Perhaps Misfortune, in his youth, His glowing virtues might assail, Or o'er the half-rais'd shield of Truth The points of Envy might prevail. Or to his rude untutor'd lays Untimely grand, sublimely wild, Mute was the voice of Public Praise, Which made him more Misfortune's child. Perhaps remote from hall or bower He wore his pensive hours alone. Where Dulness lavish'd all her pow'r, And died unhonour'd and unknown. But now from vulgar sight debarr'd, Genii select, his ashes keep, Their spears transfix'd, their bound'ries guard, Whilst o'er his grass-green sod they weep. Yet know, lost Bard of partial fame, Such flames thy numbers still inspire, Our village youth oft ask thy name, And of thy story too enquire. And brave as in thy forceful lay, Fair England's boast and Scotia's pride, Now heap with slain th' embattled way, 'Gainst Gallia fighting side by side. And down the live-long stream of time, Thy artless theme shall e'er be sung, Throughout fair Albion's happy clime, In moving strain, by many a tongue.
William Hamilton Reid’s other poems:
- Sonnet to Poesy
- Elegy, supposed to be written on a Waste near the Charter-house, London
- Invocation to Melancholy
- Invocation to Fancy
- The Tomb of Shere, an Oriental Elegy
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