"Had gaz'd on Nature's naked loveliness,
Acteon-like, until _he fled away_."


John Keates, forsaking the land of his fame, and prematurely resigning his
"quiet breath," on that spot


"Where dwelt the muses at their natal hour;"

leaving to the less sensitive reviewers to prove, whether he had been
"led astray by the light from heaven, or by his own clouded and
tempestuous genius:"


"That fire within so fiercely burned
That whence it came it soon returned."


Maturin, though corrupted and enervated by the follies and dissipation
of the anti-poetic city, becoming, in his lucid intervals, "himself
again," in the composition of a splendid dramaticle.--Henry Neele, the
"martyr-student," inviting us to share in the intense admiration of
intellect; forcibly demonstrating "that song is but the eloquence of
truth"--but of him no more!


"The churchyard bears an added stone;