Изображения страниц
PDF
EPUB

VIII.

ON SIR GODFREY KNELLER,

In Westminster-Abbey, 17231.

NELLER, by Heav'n, and not. a Master, taught,

K Whose Art was Nature, and whose Pictures Thought;

Now for two ages having snatch'd from fate
Whate'er was beauteous, or whate'er was great,
Lies crown'd with Princes' honours, Poets' lays,
Due to his Merit, and brave Thirst of praise.
Living, great Nature fear'd he might outvie
Her works; and dying, fears herself may die.

IX.

ON GENERAL HENRY WITHERS,
In Westminster-Abbey, 17293.

[ocr errors]

Thy Country's friend, but more of human kind.
Oh born to Arms! O Worth in Youth approv'd!

O soft Humanity, in Age belov'd!

For thee the hardy Vet'ran drops a tear,

And the gay Courtier feels the sigh sincere.
WITHERS, adieu! yet not with thee remove
Thy Martial spirit, or thy Social love!
Amidst Corruption, Luxury, and Rage,
Still leave some ancient Virtues to our age:
Nor let us say (those English glories gone)
The last true Briton lies beneath this stone.

1 Pope had made Sir Godfrey Kneller, on his death-bed, a promise to write his epitaph, which he seems to have performed with reluctance. He thought it the worst thing he ever wrote in his life." (Spence.) Roscoe. [Sir Godfrey Kneller was born at Lübeck in 1648, and after being introduced by the Duke of Monmouth to King Charles II., filled the office of Statepainter under that monarch and his successors up to George I, in whose reign (in 1726) he died.] 2 Imitated from the famous Epitaph on Raphael.

Raphael, timuit, quo sospite, vinci
Rerum magna parens, et moriente, mori. P.
Much better translated by Mr W. Harrison, of
New College, Oxford, a favourite of Swift:
'Here Raphael lies, by whose untimely end
Nature both lost a rival and a friend.'
Warton.

3 [The following is the prose inscription on General Withers' monument in Westminster Abbey, which is also believed to be by Pope:

'Henry Withers, Lieutenant-General, de

5

5

ΙΟ

scended from a military stock, and bred in arms in Britain, Dunkirk, and Tangier. Through the whole course of the two last wars of England with France, he served in Ireland, in the Low Countries, and in Germany: was present in every battle and at every siege, and distinguished in all by an activity, a valour and a zeal which nature gave and honour improved. A love of glory and of his country animated and raised him above that spirit which the trade of war inspires-a desire of acquiring riches and honours by the miseries of mankind. His temper was humane, his benevolence universal, and among all those ancient virtues which he preserved in practice and in credit none was more remarkable than his hospitality. He died at the age of 78, on the 11th of November, 1729, to whom this monument is erected by his companion in the wars and his friend through life, HENRY DISNEY.'

Both Withers and Disney (who rests beside his comrade) are mentioned among Pope's friends by Gay, who alludes to the hospitality panegyrized in the above epitaph.]

X.

ON MR ELIJAH FENTON,

At Easthamstead in Berks, 17301.

HIS modest Stone, what few vain Marbles can2,

THIS

A Poet, blest beyond the Poet's fate,

Whom Heav'n kept sacred from the Proud and Great:

Foe to loud Praise, and Friend to learned Ease,

Content with Science in the Vale of Peace.

Calmly he look'd on either Life, and here

Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear;

Thank'd Heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he died.

ΙΟ

From Nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfy'd3,

5

OF

XI.

ON MR GAY,

In Westminster-Abbey, 1732.

F Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child:
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lash the age:
Above Temptation, in a low Estate,
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great:
A safe Companion, and an easy Friend,
Unblam'd thro' Life, lamented in thy End.
These are Thy Honours! not that here thy Bust
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy dust;
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
Striking their pensive bosoms-Here lies GAY4.

[Elijah Fenton was born in 1683. Fenton, together with Broome, wrote part of the translation of the Odyssey in a style so similar to Pope's that most readers would fail to distinguish between the work of the latter and that of his coadjutors. A survey of Fenton's works shows a striking reproduction on his part of most of the species of poetry cultivated by Pope. Fenton has a pastoral (Florelio) to correspond to Pope's fourth and favourite Pastoral; a paraphrase of the 14th chapter of Isaiah to correspond to Pope's Messiah; an epistle from Sappho to Phaon, Epistles, Prologues, and Translations and Imitations of Horace. Fenton was a thorough master of versification, and excelled Pope in his command of a variety of metres. His Ode to Lord Gower

IO

5

(which Pope placed next in merit to Dryden's
St Cecilia) avoids the faults committed by Pope
in his own 'Pindaric' essay; and his blank
verse translation of the 11th book of the Odyssey
is dignified without heaviness. Fenton's tragedy
of Mariamne seems to have owed its success in
part to the judicious suggestions of the author of
Oroonoko.]

2 The modest front of this small floor
Believe me, reader, can say more
Than many a braver marble can:
Here lies a truly honest man.

Crashaw, Epitaph upon Mr Ashton. Johnson.
3 Cf. Hor. Sat. Lib. I. 1. 117-119. Wake-
field.

4 [There is a very striking coincidence between

XII.

INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON,
In Westminster-Abbey1.

ISAACUS NEWTONUS:
Quem Immortalem

Testantur Tempus, Natura, Cœlum:
Mortalem

Hoc marmor fatetur.

Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night:
GOD said, Let Newton be! and all was Light2.

XIII.

ON DR FRANCIS ATTERBURY,

Bishop of Rochester,

Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732, (his only Daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him3.)

DIALOGUE 4.
SHE.

VES, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part!

[ocr errors]

Yet ah! how once we lov'd, remember still,

Till you are dust like me.

HE.

Dear Shade! I will:
Then mix this dust with thine-O spotless Ghost!
O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country lost!
Is there on Earth one care, one wish beside?
Yes-SAVE MY COUNTRY, HEAV'N,

[blocks in formation]

He said, and died3.

Atterbury, in relating that after his death his body was brought to England and privately buried under the nave of Westminster Abbey, observes: That the epitaph with which Pope honoured the memory of his friend does not appear on the walls of the great national cemetery, is no subject of regret; for nothing worse was ever written by Colley Cibber.']

4 [Bowles has pointed out that many of our old epitaphs are written in dialogue.]

5 [Cf. Moral Essays, Ep. 1. v. 265. Atterbury's letter to the Pretender, almost the last expressions of this most eloquent man' (Lord Stanhope), may be compared with Pope's poetic version, which was sarcastically annotated by Warburton, a safer kind of prelate.]

XIV.

ON EDMUND D. OF BUCKINGHAM,
Who died in the Nineteenth Year of his Age, 17351:

IF

F modest Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd,
And ev'ry op'ning Virtue blooming round,
Could save a Parent's justest Pride from fate,
Or add one Patriot to a sinking state;
This weeping marble had not ask'd thy Tear,
Or sadly told, how many Hopes lie here!
The living Virtue now had shone approv'd,
The Senate heard him, and his Country lov'd.
Yet softer Honours, and less noisy Fame
Attend the shade of gentle BUCKINGHAM:
In whom a Race, for Courage fam'd and Art,
Ends in the milder Merit of the Heart;
And Chiefs or Sages long to Britain giv'n,
Pays the last Tribute of a Saint to Heav'n.

[blocks in formation]

XV.

FOR ONE WHO WOULD NOT BE BURIED IN
WESTMINSTER-ABBEY2.

HEROES, and KINGS! your distance keep:

In peace let one poor Poet sleep,

Who never flatter'd Folks like you:
Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.

U

ANOTHER, ON THE SAME3.

NDER this Marble, or under this Sill,

Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will;
Whatever an Heir, or a Friend in his stead,
Or any good creature shall lay o'er my head,
Lies one who ne'er car'd, and still cares not a pin
What they said, or may say of the mortal within:
But, who living and dying, serene still and free,
Trusts in GOD, that as well as he was, he shall be.

1 Only son of John Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire, by Katharine Darnley, natural daughter of James II. Roscoe.

[These lines were placed by Warburton on the monument erected by him to Pope in Twickenham Church, seventeen years after his death. Mr Carruthers points out that this execrable

piece of bad taste was in contravention of Pope's own desire as expressed in his will, where he directs that only the date of his death, and his age, should be inscribed on his tomb.]

self.]

[Imitated from Ariosto's epitaph on him

MISCELLANEOUS.

A PARAPHRASE

(ON THOMAS À KEMPIS, 1. III. c. 2).

[Done by the Author at twelve years old; and first published from the Caryll Papers in the Athenæum, July 15th, 1854.]

SPEA

PEAK, Gracious Lord, oh, speak; thy Servant hears:
For I'm thy Servant and I'll still be so:

Speak words of Comfort in my willing Ears;
And since my Tongue is in thy praises slow,
And since that thine all Rhetoric exceeds:

Speak thou in words, but let me speak in deeds!

Nor speak alone, but give me grace to hear
What thy celestial Sweetness does impart;

5

Let it not stop when entered at the Ear,

But sink, and take deep rooting in my heart.

IO

As the parch'd Earth drinks Rain (but grace afford)

With such a Gust1 will I receive thy word.

Nor with the Israelites shall I desire

Thy heav'nly word by Moses to receive,

Lest I should die: but Thou who didst inspire
Moses himself, speak Thou, that I may live.
Rather with Samuel I beseech with tears,

15

Speak, gracious Lord, oh, speak, thy servant hears.

Moses, indeed, may say the words, but Thou
Must give the Spirit, and the Life inspire;
Our Love to thee his fervent Breath may blow,
But 'tis thyself alone can give the fire:
Thou without them may'st speak and profit too;
But without thee what could the Prophets do?

20

They preach the Doctrine, but thou mak'st us do't;
They teach the mysteries thou dost open lay;
The trees they water, but thou giv'st the fruit;
They to Salvation show the arduous way,

25

But none but you can give us Strength to walk;
You give the Practice, they but give the Talk.

30

Let them be Silent then; and thou alone,

My God! speak comfort to my ravish'd ears;

Light of my eyes, my Consolation,

Speak when thou wilt, for still thy Servant hears.
Whate'er thou speak'st, let this be understood:
Thy greater Glory, and my greater Good!

35

1 [i. e. taste.]

« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »