I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy,
The sleepless soul that perished in his pride.
Resolution and Independence. W. WORDSWORTH.
JAMES THOMSON.
A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems,
Who, void of envy, guile, and lust of gain,
On virtue still, and Nature's pleasing themes,
Poured forth his unpremeditated strain:
The world forsaking with a calm disdain,
Here laughed he careless in his easy seat;
Here quaffed, encircled with the joyous train,
Oft moralizing sage: his ditty sweet
He lothèd much to write, he carèd to repeat.
Stanza introduced into Thomson's "Castle of Indolence,"
Canto I. LORD LYTTELTON.
In yonder grave a Druid lies.
Where slowly winds the stealing wave;
The year's best sweets shall duteous rise
To deck its poet's sylvan grave.
Ode on the Death of Thomson. W. COLLINS.
WILLIAM HOGARTH.
The hand of him here torpid lies
That drew the essential form of grace;
Here closed in death the attentive eyes
That saw the manners in the face.
Epitaph. DR. S. JOHNSON.
SIR ISAAC NEWTON.
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
Epitaph. A. POPE.