1802 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Dr. Erasmus Darwin

Mr. Rainford, "Lines on the Death of the late truly benevolent and great Doctor Darwin" Gentleman's Magazine 72 (July 1802) 653.



Darwent, no more thy winding stream I trace,
With pensive step, and mute inclining ear;
To his high-polished song, whose early grace
Nature herself was emulous to hear.
She bade the Muse her sweetest lesson tell,
To him whose tuneful aid could bid it swell,
In strains more pure than Maro's softest lines;
DARWIN, the fairest wreath that Flora twines,
To deck the year's full bounty, should be thine.
Enough for me, that in one artless line,
While my full heart with tender friendship beats,
And mem'ry calls me back to thy retreats,
I say, thou wert all that the good should be,
Darwent, thy banks no more have charms for me.