“From Catherine’s wrongs a nation’s bliss was spread,
And Luther’s light from Henry’s lawless bed.”
Gray and Moss, too, afford instances of like coincidences of sound or sentiment, or both. The first, in his “Elegy,” has—
“And leaves the world to darkness and to me.”
The second, in his “Beggar’s Petition,” sings to the same air—
“And left the world to wretchedness and me.”
I have noticed, in a former page, how Gray’s line of
“Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes,”
must necessarily remind one of Shakspeare’s words, in the mouth of Brutus—
“Dear as the drops that visit this sad heart.”