“All that have died, the Earth’s whole race, repose
Where Death collects his Treasures, heap on heap;
O’er each one’s busy day, the nightshades close;
Its Actors, Sufferers, Schools, Kings, Armies—sleep.”
The lines in italics are of the highest quality, both in thought and word; the allusion to Him who by dying abolished death, seems to us wonderfully fine—sudden, simple,—it brings to our mind the lines already quoted from Vaughan:—
“But there was One
Who search’d it quite through to and fro,
And then returning like the Sun,
Discover’d all that there is done.”
What a rich line this is!