Pours my melodious lays
Upon the gales of even,
And sounding strenuous like a gong,
I lift his fame to th’ north-west gates of heaven,
Such harmony to all my notes is given.”
Epitaph for Robert Southey, Esq., Poet Laureate
Author of “Wat Tyler, &c., &c.
Dignus auribus Principis—Horat.
Here lies our good Laureat, whom Byron has sent hence,
Without any time for “a death-bed repentance,[77]