ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Rev. Charles Churchill
Anonymous, "On the Death of Mr. Churchill" Universal Magazine 37 (August 1765) 99.
Rev. Charles Churchill:
1762: An Old Westminster
1762: X. Y.
1762: A Friend
1763: Rev. Charles Churchill
1763: Samuel Johnson
1763: T. L
1763: George Colman
1763: Rev. John Langhorne
1763: Elizabeth Montagu
1763: Robert Lloyd
1763: Horace Walpole
1764: J. C-rr
1764: S. Sh-rs
1764: John Cunningham
1764: Thomas Gray
1764: Horace Walpole
1764: J. C.
1764: Jane Timbury
1764: T. C.
1764: Christopher Crabtree
1764: T. W.
1765: Cuthbert Shaw
1765: James Beattie
1765: J. D.
1765: Edward Cooper
1765: Rev. Evan Lloyd
1765: J. D.
1766: W. J.
1769: Mr. Underwood
1780: Thomas Davies
1781: A Lady
1782: William Cowper
1782: Rev. Joseph Warton
1785: H. S.
1786: William Cowper
1788: Rev. William Mason
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1801: Thomas Clio Rickman
1808: Sir Walter Scott
1811: Anna Seward
1812: John Nichols
1812: Charles Caleb Colton
1814: Robert Southey
1816: Lord Byron
1817: John Chalk Claris
1824: William Hazlitt
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1827: William Goodhugh
1830 ca.: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1834: Robert Aris Willmott
1835: Robert Southey
1845: John Wilson
1848: John Forster
1858: Cyrus Redding
1880: Edward John Payne
1882: Epes Sargent
1895: W. J. Courthope
Thus runs the motto sculptur'd on each urn,
"Man's sprung from dust, and shall to dust return."
No rank, no station can exempt from death
The Monarch's life, sustain'd but by a breath.
Howe'er we vainly flatter for a while,
And fondly bask in fortune's flattering smile;
Howe'er we sneer at Virtue's humble sons,
Whose life in one calm modest tenor runs;
Howe'er a puff of fame extols our parts,
And swells with pride our little empty hearts;
Howe'er beprais'd we wield the author's pen,
And think ourselves hence something more than men;
Howe'er a faction would affect our claim
To the high honours of immortal fame;
Howe'er we strut and swagger, speak and look,
For valour's sons egregiously mistook;
Death, who despis'd all this face of life,
Foe to Pride's triumphs, and Ambition's strife,
Steps in, delay indulg'd in no pretence,
And snatches our astonish'd spirits hence.
No force, no cunning can the stroke repel,
Nor youth, nor strength of limbs — thus Churchill fell.
Vice had not triumph'd, when fate's arrow flew,
Had Churchill's works been but as mortal too;
He then had prov'd, on Charity's kind plan,
A well-intention'd, harmless, honest man;
A nobler triumph, than the amplest fame
Annex'd to a mere literary name.