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And Death, sad refuge from the storms of Fate!
of war .
(0) Man's feeble race what ills await! To compensate the real or imaginary ills of life, the Muse was given us by the same Providence that sends the day, by its cheerful presence, to dispel the gloom and terrors of the night.
(P) Till down the eastern cliff's afar.
Or seen the Morning's well-appointed star
Cowley.  An anonymous writer suggests, that Mr, Gray has here been indebted to Euripides Phønisse, ver. 173.
Εωοισιν ομοια φλελεθων
II. 2. In climes beyond the solar road (9), Where shaggy forms o'er ice-built mountains roam, The Muse has broke the twilight-gloom
To cheer the shiv'ring Native's dull abode. And oft, beneath the od'rous shade Of Chili's boundless forests laid, She deigns to hear the savage Youth repeat In loose numbers wildly sweet Their feather-cinctur’d Chiefs, and dusky Loves. Her track, where'er the Goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous Shame, Th' unconquerable Mind, and Freedom's holy
(9) In climes beyond the solar road. Extensive influence of poetic genius over the remotest and most uncivilized nations: its connection with liberty, and the virtues that naturally attend on it. (See the Erse, Norwegian, and Welsh Fragments, the Lapland and American songs, &c.] “ Extra anni solisque vias"
Fields, that cool Ilissus laves,
Or where Mæander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep,
How do your tuneful Echoes languish,
Mute, but to the voice of Anguish!
Murmur'd deep a solemn sound:
Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.
(T) Woods that wave o'er Delphi's steep. Progress of Poetry from Greece to Italy, and from Italy to England. Chaucer was not unacquainted with the writings of Dante or of Petrarch. The Earl of Surry and Sir Thomas Wyatt had travelled in Italy, and formed their taste there. Spenser imitated the Italian writers, and Milton improved on them; but this school expired soon after the Restoration, and a new one arose on the French inodel, which has subsisted ever since.
When Latium had her lofty spirit lost,
III. 1. Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's Darling (s) laid, What time, where lucid Avon stray'd,
To him the mighty Mother did unveil Her awful face: The dauntless Child Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smil'd.
 An ingenious person (as Mr. Mason tells us) who sent Mr. Gray his remarks anonymously on this and the following Ode soon after they were published, gives this stanza and the following a very just and well-expressed eulogy : “ A Poet is perhaps never more conciliating " than when he praises favourite predecessors in his art. Milton is “ not more the pride than Shakespeare the love of their country: It is « therefore equally judicious to diffuse a tenderness and a grace through “ the praise of Shakespeare, as to extol in a strain more elevated and « sonorous the boundless soarings of Milton's epic imagination.” The critic has here well noted the beauty of contrast which results from the two descriptions; yet it is further to be observed, to the honour of our Poet's judgment, that the tenderness and grace in the former does not prevent it from strongly characterizing the three capital perfections of Shakespeare's genius; and when he describes his power of exciting terror (a species of the sublime) he ceases to be diffuse, and becomes, as be ought to be, concise and energetical.
(s) Nature's darling.
This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear
(t) Nor second he, that rode sublime,
Lucretius. (x) The living throne, the sapphire blaze. For the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels.-And above the firmament that was over their heads, was the likeness of a throne, as the appearance of a sapphire stone. - This was the appearance of the glory of the Lord. Ezekiel i. 20, 26, 28.