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His was the thunder-his the avenging rod,
The wrath---the delegated voice of God!
Which shook the nations through his lips—and blazed
Till vanquish'd senates trembled as they praised.

And here, oh! here, where yet all young and warm
The gay creations of his spirit charm,
The matchless dialogue—the deathless wit,
Which knew not what it was to intermit;
The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring;
These wondrous beings of his Fancy, wrought
To fulness by the fiat of his thought,
Here in their first abode you still may meet,
Bright with the hues of his Promethean heat ;
A halo of the light of other days,
Which still the splendour of its orb betrays.

But should there be to whom the fatal blight
Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight,
Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone
Jar in the music which was born their own,
Still let them pause-Ah! little do they know
That what to them seem'd Vice might be but Wo.
Hard is bis fate on whom the public gaze
Is fix'd for ever to detract or praise ;
Repose denies her requiem to his name,
And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.

whose sleepless eye Stands sentinelaccuser-judge-and spy, The foe-the fool-the jealous—and the vain, The envious who but breathe in others' pain, Behold the host! delighting to deprave, Who track the steps of Glory to the grave, Watch every fault that daring Genius owes Half to the ardour which its birth bestows, Distort the truth, accumulate the lie, And pile the Pyramid of calumny! These are his portion-but if join’d to these Gaunt Poverty should league with deep Disease, If the high Spirit must forget to soar, And stoop to strive with Misery at the door, To sooth Indignity-and face to face Meet sordid Rage-and wrestle with Disgrace, To find in Hope but the renew'd caress, The serpent-fold of further Faithlessness,– If such may be the Ills which men assail, What marvel if at last the mightiest fail ? Breasts to whom all the strength of feeling given Bear hearts electric-charged with fire from Heaven, Black with the rude collision, inly torn, By clouds surrounded, and on whirlwinds borne, Driven o'er the lowering Atmosphere that nurst Thoughts which have turn'd to thunder-scorch

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enemy

and burst. But far from us and from our mimic scene Such things should be if such have ever been ;:

Ours be the gentler wish, the kinder task,
To give the tribute Glory need not ask,
To mourn the vanish'd beam-and add our mite
Of praise in payment of a long delight.
Ye Orators! whom yet our councils yield,
Mourn for the veteran Hero of your field !
The worthy rival of the wondrous Three! (2)
Whose words were sparks of Immortality!
Ye Bards! to whom the Drama's Muse is dear,
He was your Master-emulate him here !
Ye men of wit and social eloquence!
He was your brother-bear his ashes hence !
While Powers of mind almost of boundless range,
Complete in kind-as various in their change,
While Eloquence-Wit-Poesy-and Mirth,
That humbler Harmonist of care on Earth,
Survive within our souls-while lives our sense
Of pride in Merit's proud pre-eminence,
Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain,
And turn to all of him which may remain,
Sighing that Nature form’d but one such man,
And broke the diem-in moulding Sheridan!

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NOTES

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MONODY ON THE DEATH OF SHERIDAN.

Note 1, page 52, line 27. When the loud cry.of trampled Hindostan. See Fox, Burke, and Pitt's eulogy on Mr. Sheridan's speech on the charges exhibited against Mr. Hastings in the House of Commons. Mr. Pitt entreated the House to adjourn, to give time for a calmer consideration of the question than could then occur after the immediate effect of that oration.

Note 2, page 55, line 7.
The worthy rival of the wondrous Three!
Fox-Pitt-Burke.

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