Fame says, that wafted hither by her doves, To face once more the warfare of the schools. Yet such, as prove thy friend's remembrance true! ELEGY II. ON THE DEATH OF THE UNIVERSITY BEADLE Composed by Milton in the 17th Year of his Age. THEE, whose refulgent staff, and summons clear, Minerva's flock long time was wont t' obey, Although thyself an herald, famous here, The last of heralds, Death, has snatch'd away. He calls on all alike, nor e'en deigns To spare the office, that himself sustains. Thy locks were whiter than the plumes display'd But thou wast worthy ne'er to have decay'd, Worthy, for whom some goddess should have won Commission'd to convene, with hasty call, The gowned tribes, how graceful wouldst thou stand! So stood Cyllenius erst in Priam's hall, And so Eury bates, when he address'd Dread queen of sepulchres! whose rig'rous laws And watchful eyes, run through the realms below, Oh, oft too adverse to Minerva's cause! Too often to the muse not less a foe! Chuse meaner marks, and with more equal aim Pierce useless drones, earth's burthen, and its shame!. Flow, therefore, tears for him, from ev'ry eye, Around his bier, lament his endless sleep! In every school, her sweetest, saddest verse. ELEGY III. ON THE DEATH OF THE BISHOP OF WINCHESTER. Composed in the Author's 17th Year. SILENT I sat, dejected, and alone, Making, in thought, the public woes my own, When, first, arose the image in my breast Of England's suffering by that scourge, the Pest! Pour'd out in tears I thus complaining said: "Death, next in pow'r to him, who rules the dead! Is't not enough that all the woodlands yield To thy fell force, and ev'ry verdant field, While thus I mourn'd, the star of evening stood, Now newly ris'n above the western flood, |