Began to roar and howl with horrid yell,
Dismal to hear, and terrible to tell!
Nothing but groans and sighs were heard around,
And echo multiplied each mournful sound."


In both these funeral poems, when he has YELLED out many SYLLABLES
of senseless DOLOUR, he dismisses his reader with senseless
consolation. From the grave of Pastora rises a light that forms a
star, and where Amaryllis wept for Amyntas from every tear sprung up
a violet. But William is his hero, and of William he will sing:-


"The hovering winds on downy wings shall wait around,
And catch, and waft to foreign lands, the flying sound."


It cannot but be proper to show what they shall have to catch and
carry:-


"'Twas now, when flowery lawns the prospect made,
And flowing brooks beneath a forest shade,
A lowing heifer, loveliest of the herd,
Stood feeding by; while two fierce bulls prepared
Their armed heads for light, by fate of war to prove
The victor worthy of the fair one's love;
Unthought presage of what met next my view;
For soon the shady scene withdrew.
And now, for woods, and fields, and springing flowers,