And whose soul burst the bonds of imprisonment drear;—
Then hard by St. Bride,
In Shoe Lane there bide,
Beneath the cold stones,
The mouldering bones
Of the “marvellous boy” that perished in pride.
Here Sackville of Dorset, Congreve, Wycherley, Raleigh,
With Seldon, Rowe, Fielding, Burke, Cowper, held parley;
And now, as we gaze on St. Dunstan’s grey fane,
We think of the pious and learned Romaine;