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which these men, and that J, as one of their set, have ever 

 written, should 



Line trunks, clothe spice, or, fluttering in a row, 

 Befringe the rails of Bedlam, or Soho." 



" The ir ost perfect of our poets, and the purest of our 

 moralists." " He is the moral poet of all civilization; and, 

 as such, let us hope that he will one day be the national poet 

 of mankind. He is the only poet that never shocks; the 

 only poet whose faultlessness has been made his reproach. 

 Cast your eye over his productions; consider their extent, 

 and contemplate their variety: pastoral, passion, mock- 

 heroic, translation, satire, ethics, all excellent, and often 

 perfect. If his great charm be his melody, how comes it 

 that foreigners adore him even in their diluted translations?"* 



Mr. Mason has also farther recorded the resplendent fame 

 of this celebrated man ; for in his Muscsus, a monody to the 

 memory of Pope, he invokes the shades of Chaucer, Spencer, 

 and Milton, to do homage to his departing spirit: 



to cheer thee at this rueful time 



While black death doth on thy heart-strings prey. 



So may we greet thee with a nobler strain, 



When soon we meet for aye in yon star- sprinkled plain. 



Milton thus begins his homage: 



Thrice hail, thou heaven-taught warbler, last and best 

 Of all the train! Poet, in whom conjoin'd 

 All that to ear, or heart, or head, could yield 

 Rapture; harmonious, manly, clear, sublime! 



* Mr. Bowles, in some stanzas written since the death of Byron, thus 

 feelingly apostrophizes his noble spirit: 



But I will bid th' Arcadian cypress wave, 



Pluck the green laurel from Peneus' side, 

 And pray thy spirit may such quiet have 



That not one thought unkind be murmur 'd o'er thy grave. 



