Samuel Johnson Poems
|42.||The Vanity Of Wealth||4/7/2010|
|43.||A Short Song Of Congratulation||4/7/2010|
|44.||London - In Imitation Of The Third Satire Of Juvenal||4/7/2010|
|45.||Drury-Lane Prologue Spoken By Mr. Garrick||12/31/2002|
|47.||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 ...
Alas! with swift and silent pace,
Impatient time rolls on the year;
The Seasons change, and Nature's face
Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe.
'Twas Spring, 'twas Summer, all was gay,
Now Autumn bends a cloudy brow;
The flowers of Spring are swept away,
And Summer fruits desert the bough.