The Foundlings.
An Elegy.
Far from the madding Tumults of the Town,
Which where bright thought should reign usurp the seat;
Far from those Tempests which Reflection drown,
I seek with breathless Haste a calm Retreat.
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An anonymous imitation, published in quarto, by William Flexney, London. 1763.
An Evening Contemplation
in a French Prison:
Being a humble Imitation of Gray’s Elegy in a Country
Church Yard.
By H. P. Houghton,
Now an English Prisoner at Arras in France.
London. J. Burditt. 1809.
The Sun’s bright orb, retiring, dimly glares,