Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

On his Excellency the Earl of Chesterfield's Arrival in Ireland. [from Poems on Several Occasions]

Dublin

Printed by and for S. Powell

1749

"Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:"

Thrice happy Genius, in whose Soul conspire
The Statesman's Wisdom, and the Poet's Fire;
O Friend to Arts! revive our drooping Isle,
And make those Arts by thy Indulgence smile:
Ev'n here, thy Presence shall their Strength restore,
Tho' Congreve, Steele, Roscommon, are no more;
Tho' Morrice, modest, hides his heav'nly Strains,
And Britain's Senate noble Boyle detains;
Tho' Swift be dumb; for Swift Ierne weeps,
The Pride, the Parent of his Country, sleeps:
His clouded Soul now darts no dazling Ray,
And faintly warms the animated Clay:
Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave,
As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:
His living Lines shall mix their sacred Fire
In Nature's Blaze, and with thy Works expire.

Body::Grave::Corpse

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See Poems on Several Occasions. By Henry Jones. (Dublin: Printed by and for S. Powell, in Crane-Lane, 1749). <Link to ESTC>

05/20/2005