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' ' Hush ! hush Vthe ^ preacher preacjheth " ; " Woe to the opprt ^ b ^ , ^ ct ^ !* 1 ' But sudden gloom o ' ercosts thd-sun * a : . // And sadden W iiowera below :: ¦ ¦ <'¦ ¦ - : I So frowns the Lord ! —but , tyrants , y © * Deride his indignation , And see not in his gathered brow Your days of tribulation !
* Speak low , thou heaven-paid teacher ! The tempest bursts above : God whispers in the thunder : hear The terrors of his love ! On useful hands , and honest hearts , The base their wrath are wreaking ; But , thankd be God ! they cant prevent The storm of heaven from speaking ! ' p . 105—1 C 7 .
One of Burn ' s most deeply touching compositions is the epitaph which was meant for his own grave . The suggestion has '¦ not * been lost on Elliott . Jf Jess affecting than the well-known lines t ) f the Ayrshire peasant , the following are more dignified : — -
* A POET S EPITAPH . * Stop , mortal ! here thy brother lies , The poet of the poor : His books were rivers , woods , and skies . The meadow and the moor ; His teachers were the torn heart's wail , The tyrant and the slave , The street , the factory , the gaol , The palace—and the grave !
* Sin met thy brother every where ! And is thy brother blamed ? From passion , danger , doubt , and care , He no exemption claimed . The meanest thing , earth ' s feeblest worm , He feared to scorn or hate ; But , honouring in a peasant ' s form The equal of the great ,
' He blessed the steward , whose wealth make a The poor man ' s little more ; Yet loathed the haughty wretch that takes From plundered labour ' s store . A hand to do , a head to plan , A heart to feel and dare—Tell man ' s worst foes here lies the man Who drew them as they are / p . 1 £ 7 , 158 .
In / Knutoy of the poems already reviewed of Elliott ' s there ajre occasional touches oftiumoar , chiefly sarcastic , but he is generally too stern foe fifti . In ' S ^ comJ Nupyals , ' one of his earjy cprn pp ^ HionB , be fyirly briaK * lock * , as fhitt song may l ^ etify—
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352 Critica l Notices *
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1835, page 352, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2645/page/60/
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