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- Monody on the Death of the Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan, Spoken at
Drury-Lane Theatre, London
Monody on the Death of the Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan, Spoken at
Drury-Lane Theatre, London
- 1When the last sunshine of expiring Day
- 2In Summer's twilight weeps itself away,
- 3Who hath not felt the softness of the hour
- 4Sink on the heart, as dew along the flower?
- 5With a pure feeling which absorbs and awes
- 6While Nature makes that melancholy pause--
- 7Her breathing moment on the bridge
where Time
- 8Of light and darkness forms an arch sublime--
- 9Who hath not shared that calm, so still and deep,
- 10The voiceless thought which would not speak but weep,
- 11A holy concord, and a bright regret,
- 12A glorious sympathy with suns that set?
- 13'Tis not harsh sorrow, but a tenderer woe,
- 14Nameless, but dear to gentle hearts below,
- 15Felt without bitterness--but full and clear,
- 16A sweet dejection--a transparent tear,
- 17Unmixed with worldly grief or selfish stain--
- 18Shed without shame, and secret without pain.
- 19Even as the tenderness that hour instils
- 20When Summer's day declines along the hills,
- 21So feels the fulness of our heart and eyes
- 22When all of Genius which can perish dies.
- 23A mighty Spirit is eclipsed--a Power
- 24Hath passed from day to darkness--to whose hour
- 25Of light no likeness is bequeathed--no name,
- 26Focus at once of all the rays of Fame!
- 27The flash of Wit--the bright Intelligence,
- 28The beam of Song--the blaze of Eloquence,
- 29Set with their Sun, but still have left behind
- 30The enduring produce of immortal Mind;
- 31Fruits of a genial morn, and glorious noon,
- 32A deathless part of him who died too soon.
- 33But small that portion of the wondrous whole,
- 34These sparkling segments of that circling Soul,
- 35Which all embraced, and lightened over all,
- 36To cheer--to pierce--to please--or to appal.
- 37From the charmed council to the festive board,
- 38Of human feelings the unbounded lord;
- 39In whose acclaim the loftiest voices vied,
- 40The praised--the proud--who made his praise their pride.
- 41When the loud cry of trampled Hindostan
- 42Arose to Heaven in her
appeal from Man,
- 43His was the thunder--his the avenging rod,
- 44The wrath--the delegated voice of God!
- 45Which shook the nations through his lips, and blazed
- 46Till vanquished senates trembled as they praised.
- 47And here, oh! here, where yet all young and warm,
- 48The gay creations of his spirit charm,
- 49The matchless dialogue--the deathless wit,
- 50Which knew not what it was to intermit;
- 51The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
- 52Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring;
- 53These wondrous beings of his fancy, wrought
- 54To fulness by the fiat of his thought,
- 55Here in their first abode you still may meet,
- 56Bright with the hues of his Promethean heat;
- 57A Halo of the light of other days,
- 58Which still the splendour of its orb betrays.
- 59But should there be to whom the fatal blight
- 60Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight,
- 61Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone
- 62Jar in the music which was born their own,
- 63Still let them pause--ah! little do they know
- 64That what to them seemed Vice might be but Woe.
- 65Hard is his fate on whom the public gaze
- 66Is fixed for ever to detract or praise;
- 67Repose denies her requiem to his name,
- 68And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
- 69The secret Enemy whose sleepless eye
- 70Stands sentinel--accuser--judge--and spy.
- 71The foe, the fool, the jealous, and the vain,
- 72The envious who but breathe in other's pain--
- 73Behold the host! delighting to deprave,
- 74Who track the steps of Glory to the grave,
- 75Watch every fault that daring Genius owes
- 76Half to the ardour which its birth bestows,
- 77Distort the truth, accumulate the lie,
- 78And pile the Pyramid of Calumny!
- 79These are his portion--but if joined to these
- 80Gaunt Poverty should league with deep Disease,
- 81If the high Spirit must forget to soar,
- 82And stoop to strive with Misery at the door,
- 83To soothe Indignity--and face to face
- 84Meet sordid Rage, and wrestle with Disgrace,
- 85To find in Hope but the renewed caress,
- 86The serpent-fold of further Faithlessness:--
- 87If such may be the Ills which men assail,
- 88What marvel if at last the mightiest fail?
- 89Breasts to whom all the strength of feeling given
- 90Bear hearts electric-charged with fire from Heaven,
- 91Black with the rude collision, inly torn,
- 92By clouds surrounded, and on whirlwinds borne,
- 93Driven o'er the lowering atmosphere that nurst
- 94Thoughts which have turned to thunder--scorch, and burst.
- 95But far from us and from our mimic scene
- 96Such things should be--if such have ever been;
- 97Ours be the gentler wish, the kinder task,
- 98To give the tribute Glory need not ask,
- 99To mourn the vanished beam, and add our mite
- 100Of praise in payment of a long delight.
- 101Ye Orators! whom yet our councils yield,
- 102Mourn for the veteran Hero of your field!
- 103The worthy rival of the wondrous Three!
- 104Whose words were sparks of Immortality!
- 105Ye Bards! to whom the Drama's Muse is dear,
- 106He was your Master--emulate him here!
- 107Ye men of wit and social eloquence!
- 108He was your brother--bear his ashes hence!
- 109While Powers of mind almost of boundless range,
- 110Complete in kind, as various in their change,
- 111While Eloquence--Wit--Poesy--and Mirth,
- 112That humbler Harmonist of care on Earth,
- 113Survive within our souls--while lives our sense
- 114Of pride in Merit's proud pre-eminence,
- 115Long shall we seek his likeness--long in vain,
- 116And turn to all of him which may remain,
- 117Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
- 118And broke the die--in moulding Sheridan!