KING CHARLES II.

Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
Whose word no man relies on;
He never says a foolish thing,

Nor ever does a wise one.
Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II.
EARL OF ROCHESTER.

JAMES THOMSON.

A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems Who, void of envy, guile, and lust of gain, On virtue still, and nature's pleasing themes, Poured forth his unpremeditated strain : The world forsaking with a calm disdain, Here laughed he careless in his easy seat; Here quaffed, encircled with the joyous train, Oft moralizing sage: his ditty sweet He loathed much to write, ne cared to repeat. Stanza introduced into Thomson's "Castle of Indolence," Cant. i. LORD LYTTELTON,

Whose eloquence tried,

brightening whatever it

Whether reason or fancy, the gay or the grave -Was as rapid, as deep, and as brilliant a tide, As ever bore freedom aloft on its wave ! Lines on the Death of Sheridan.

T. MOORE.

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 formed but one such man,
And broke the die-in moulding Sheridan!

Monody on the Death of Sheridan.

BYRON.

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An' pecked on thin the winder

An' there sot Hulby all alone high to hender.

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