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ODE - 'ON A DISTANT PROSPECT' OF MAKING A FORTUNE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Now the 'rosy morn appearing'
Last Line: "died, t. Mivins; of disgust."
Subject(s): Ambition; Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)


NOW the "rosy morn appearing"
Floods with light the dazzled heaven;
And the schoolboy groans on hearing
That eternal clock strike seven: --
Now the waggoner is driving
Tow'rds the fields his clattering wain;
Now the blue-bottle, reviving,
Buzzes down his native pane.

But to me the morn is hateful:
Wearily I stretch my legs,
Dress, and settle to my plateful
Of (perhaps inferior) eggs.
Yesterday Miss Crump, by message,
Mentioned "rent," which "p'raps I'd pay;"
And I have a dismal presage
That she'll call, herself, to-day.

Once, I breakfasted off rosewood,
Smoked through silver-mounted pipes --
Then how my patrician nose would
Turn up at the thought of "swipes"!
Ale, -- occasionally claret, --
Graced my luncheon then; -- and now
I drink porter in a garret,
To be paid for heaven knows how.

When the evening shades are deepened,
And I doff my hat and gloves,
No sweet bird is there to "cheep and
Twitter twenty million loves;"
No dark-ringleted canaries
Sing to me of "hungry foam;"
No imaginary "Marys"
Call fictitious "cattle home."

Araminta, sweetest, fairest!
Solace once of every ill!
How I wonder if thou bearest
Mivins in remembrance still!
If that Friday night is banished
From a once retentive mind,
When the others somehow vanished,
And we two were left behind: --

When in accents low, yet thrilling,
I did all my love declare;
Mentioned that I'd not a shilling --
Hinted that we need not care;
And complacently you listened
To my somewhat long address,
And I thought the tear that glistened
In the downdropt eye said Yes.

Once, a happy child, I carolled
O'er green lawns the whole day through,
Not unpleasingly apparelled
In a tightish suit of blue: --
What a change has now passed o'er me!
Now with what dismay I see
Every rising morn before me!
Goodness gracious patience me!

And I'll prowl, a moodier Lara,
Thro' the world, as prowls the bat,
And habitually wear a
Cypress wreath around my hat:
And when Death snuffs out the taper
Of my Life (as soon he must),
I'll send up to every paper,
"Died, T. Mivins; of disgust."





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