Thomas Campbell

Francis Hodgson, "P—e of Pinner, or the Suburban Cottage, by T. C." Leaves of Laurel; or New Probationary Odes, for the Vacant Laureatship (1813) 3-5.

On thy suburban bank, fair Harrow-weald!
Although thine airy downs are now enclos'd,
And tasteless ploughshares furrow up each field,
Yet once the Laureat's verse-fill'd head repos'd:
Alas, those eyes in cloud-capp'd night are clos'd!
Now from his grave alone sweet wild-flowers spring,
(His grave of briar'd turf, and moss compos'd)
Wild-flowers he gather'd when on earth, to fling
O'er Britain's matchless Queen, o'er Britain's matchless King.

Oft, where the humble-bee, with buzzing hum,
At many-colour'd evening's careless hour,
Seem'd, by the whispering air, in act to come,
And rous'd the viewless myriads round his bower,
P—e too would buzz and hum — the song-soul'd power
Of court-born panegyric on his tongue;
His ivy-mantled brow like some grey tower
Enwreath'd with frontlet green, which off he flung,
To deck that Queen and King, whom ceaselessly he sung.

But now—
And, if Hope's faded pleasures the bosom thus melt,
What has Memory more of such pain to be felt?