EPITAPH ON HENRY MARTYN. (1812.) HERE Martyn lies. In Manhood's early bloom Where danger, death, and shame assault no more. LINES TO THE MEMORY OF PITT. (1813.) Он Britain! dear Isle, when the annals of story Shall tell of the deeds that thy children have done, When the strains of each poet shall sing of their glory, And the triumphs their skill and their valour have won; When the olive and palm in thy chaplet are blended, When the ocean, whose waves like a rampart flow round thee, And the empire of nature no longer can bound thee, Remember the man who in sorrow and danger, When thy hopes were o'erturned by the arms of the stranger, Stood forth in the tempest of doubt and disaster, Preserved thee to conquer, and saved thee to save, |