Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит)

On the Death of the Right Hounourable

YE Muses, pour the pitying tear
For Pollio snatch'd away;
O! had he liv'd another year!-
'He had not died to-day'.

O! were he born to bless mankind,
In virtuous times of yore,
Heroes themselves had fallen behind!-
'Whene'er he went before'.

How sad the groves and plains appear,
And sympathetic sheep;
Even pitying hills would drop a tear!-
'If hills could learn to weep'.

His bounty in exalted strain
Each bard might well display;
Since none implor'd relief in vain!-
'That went reliev'd away'.

And hark! I hear the tuneful throng
His obsequies forbid,
He still shall live, shall live as long!-
'As ever dead man did'. 

1. Italy
2. Answer to an Invitation to Pass the Christmas at Barton
3. An Author's Bedchamber
4. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character
5. The Logicians Refuted

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