Linger’d the lord of eloquence.[114]
Still gazing on the lovely sky,
Whose radiance woo’d him—but to die?
Like him, who would not linger there,
Where heaven, earth, ocean, all are fair?
Who midst thy glowing scenes could dwell,
Nor bid awhile his griefs farewell?
Hath not thy pure and genial air
Balm for all sadness but despair?[115]
No! there are pangs whose deep-worn trace