Note 127
From Chapter 31 of the Decline & Fall

The prostrate South to the destroyer yields
Her boasted titles and her golden fields;
With grim delight the brood of winter view
A brighter day, and skies of azure hue;
Scent the new fragrance of the opening rose
And quaff the pendent vintage as it grows.

See Gray's Poems, published by Mr. Mason, p 197. Instead of compiling tables of chronology and natural history, why did not Mr. Gray apply the powers of his genius to finish the philosophic poem of which he has left such an exquisite specimen?

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