An ode on a distant prospect of Eton College: Gray, Thomas, 1716-1771. University of Michigan Library Ann Arbor, Michigan 2006

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K041165.000 CW3313877223 0496900800 An ode on a distant prospect of Eton College: Gray, Thomas, 1716-1771. 8p. ; 2⁰. London : printed for R. Dodsley and sold by M. Cooper, 1747. K041165.000 CW3313877223 0496900800 Anonymous. By Thomas Gray. Reproduction of original from the British Library. Foxon, G254 English Short Title Catalog, ESTCT41948. Electronic data. Farmington Hills, Mich. : Thomson Gale, 2003. Page image (PNG). Digitized image of the microfilm version produced in Woodbridge, CT by Research Publications, 1982-2002 (later known as Primary Source Microfilm, an imprint of the Gale Group).

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AN ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON College.

LONDON: Printed for R. Dodsley at Tully's Head in Pall-mall; and sold by M. Cooper at the Globe in Pater-noster-Row. 1747.

(Price Six-pence.)

 AN ODE On a Distant Prospect of ETON COLLEGE. YE distant Spires, ye antique Towers; That crown the watry Glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy Shade; And ye that from the stately Brow Of Windsor's Heights th' Expanse below Of Grove, of Lawn, of Mead survey, Whose Turf, whose Shade, whose Flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His Silver-winding Way. Ah happy Hills, ah pleasing Shade, Ah Fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless Childhood stray'd, A Stranger yet to Pain! I feel the Gales, that from ye blow, A momentary Bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome Wing, My weary Soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of Joy and Youth, To breathe a second Spring. Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly Race Disporting on thy Margent green The Paths of Pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant Arm thy glassy Wave? The captive Linnet which enthrall? What idle Progeny succeed To chase the rolling Circle's Speed, Or urge the flying Ball? While some on earnest Business bent Their murm'ring Labours ply, 'Gainst graver Hours, that bring Constraint To sweeten Liberty: Some bold Adventurers disdain The Limits of their little Reign, And unknown Regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a Voice in every Wind, And snatch a fearful Joy. Gay Hope is theirs by Fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest; The Tear forgot as soon as shed, The Sunshine of the Breast, Theirs buxom Health of rosy Hue, Wild Wit, Invention ever-new, And lively Chear of Vigour born; The thoughtless Day, the easy Night, The Spirits pure, the Slumbers light, That fly th' Approach of Morn. Alas, regardless of their Doom, The little Victims play! No Sense have they of Ills to come, Nor Care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The Ministers of human Fate, And black Misfortune's baleful Train! Ah, shew them where in Ambush stand To seize their Prey the murth'rous Band! Ah, tell them they are Men! These shall the Fury Passions tear, The Vulturs of the Mind, Disdainful Anger, pallid Fear, And Shame that sculks behind; Or pineing Love shall waste their Youth, Or Jealousy with rankling Tooth, That inly gnaws the secret Heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visag'd comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing Dart. Ambition This shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the Wretch from high, To bitter Scorn a Sacrifice, And grinning Infamy. The Stings of Falshood Those shall try, And hard Unkindness' alter'd Eye, That mocks the Tear it forc'd to flow; And keen Remorse with Blood defil'd, And moody Madness laughing wild Amid severest Woe. Lo, in the Vale of Years beneath A griefly Troop are seen, The painful Family of Death, More hideous than their Queen: This racks the Joints, this fires the Veins, That every labouring Sinew strains, Those in the deeper Vitals rage: Lo, Poverty, to fill the Band, That numbs the Soul with icy Hand, And slow-consuming Age. To each his Suff'rings: all are Men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The Tender for another's Pain; Th' Unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! Why should they know their Fate? Since Sorrow never comes too late, And Happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their Paradise. No more; where Ignorance is Bliss, 'Tis Folly to be wise. FINIS.