"And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire,
Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre"—
remind us in some degree of Cowley:
"Sic cecinit sanctus vates, digitosque volantes
Innumeris per fila modis trepidantia movit,
Intimaque elicuit Medici miracula plectri."
Davideidos, lib. i. p. 13.
Again:
"Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes."
Gray, The Bard.