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26 The school where, loud warn'd by the bell, we resorted,

To pore o'er the precepts by Pedagogues taught.

4.

Again I behold where for hours I have ponder'd,

As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay;

Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander'd,

To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray.

5.

I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded,

Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo o'erthrown;

While, to swell my young pride, such applauses resounded,

I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone.

6.

Or, as Lear, I pour'd forth the deep imprecation,

By my daughters, of kingdom and reason depriv'd;

Till, fir'd by loud plaudits and self-adulation,

I regarded myself as a Garrick reviv'd.