That such a thing can work thy fame's decay?
Thou art no fading bloom—no flow'ret of a day!
XIII.
'When his o'erflowings of envenom'd spleen
An undistinguish'd dunghill mass shall lie,
The name of Southey, like an evergreen,
Shall spread, shall blow, and flourish to the sky;
To Milton and to Spenser next in fame,
O'er all the world shall spread thy laurell'd name,'