Samuel Johnson Poems
|42.||The Vanity Of Human Wishes||1/1/2004|
|43.||London - In Imitation Of The Third Satire Of Juvenal||4/7/2010|
|44.||Drury-Lane Prologue Spoken By Mr. Garrick||12/31/2002|
|46.||A Short Song Of Congratulation||4/7/2010|
|48.||Epitaph On Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart.||4/7/2010|
|49.||One And Twenty||1/1/2004|
|50.||On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic||1/1/2004|
Comments about Samuel Johnson
On The Death Of Mr. Robert Levet, A Practiser In Physic
CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine,
As on we toil from day to day,
By sudden blasts or slow decline
Our social comforts drop away.
Well tried through many a varying year,
See Levet to the grave descend,
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
Yet still he fills affection's eye,
Obscurely wise and coarsely kind;
Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny
Thy praise to merit unrefined.
When fainting nature call'd for aid,
And hov'ring death prepared the blow,
His vig'rous remedy display'd
The power of art without the ...
Evening now from purple wings
Sheds the grateful gifts she brings;
Brilliant drops bedeck the mead,
Cooling breezes shake the reed;
Shake the reed, and curl the stream
Silver'd o'er with Cynthia's beam;
Near the chequer'd, lonely grove,