VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF GARRICK. IF dying excellence deserves a tear, Or with quaint smiles dismiss the plaintive strain, One kind regret—one tributary line! His fame requires we act a tenderer part:- So much are Garrick's praise-so much his due— Amid the arts which seek ingenuous fame, Whate'er of wonder Reynolds now may raise, Each dazzling light and gaudier bloom subdued, Content with slow and timorous stroke to trace The soft despair of unprevailing love,— The Actor, only, shrinks from Time's award; By whose faint breath his merits must abide, The grace of action—the adapted mien, Th' expressive glance-whose subtle comment draws And clothed with orient hues, transcends the day!— All perishable!—like th' electric fire, But strike the frame-and as they strike expire; Its fragrance charms the sense, and blends with air. |