“None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the…”

“Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings; Nor, as…”

“The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind,…”

“'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear;…”

“A charm For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom No sound is dissonant which tells of life.”

“Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.”