this poem becomes virtuous and melancholy is its friend :
Come blissful mourner wisely sad.... By Tombs, where sullen Spirits stalk, Farniliar with the dead I walk ; While to my sighs and groans, by turns, From Groves the midnight Echo mourns. Open thy marble Jaws, o Tomb 1 Thou Earth conceal me in thy womb ; And you the Worms, this Frame confound, Ye Brother Reptiles of the Ground.
FoUows a meditation on the shortness and frailty of hfe. Life is one long scène of misery, with cries at our birth and groans when we resign our breath.
The fact that A Thought at Waking anon. also in 1729, immediately returns to the thought of death, induced me to mention this poem here.
Such was the fear of death, which had found expression in poetry and essay when Young, in the years 1742—5 published his well-known Night Thoughts and Blair his poem The Grave in 1743.
Elisabeth Tollett's verses On a Death's Head, 1755, for "a lover to gaze on" reminds us of Burton and Jordan. She advises him to
Reflect a while, then drop a tear For all that's beautiful and dear.
Burton had suggested, in his Cure of Love-Melaneholy (III—240), "suppose thou saw'st her sick, pale, in consumption, on her death-bed, skin and bones, or now dead," etc.
In passing the Ode to Death by the king of Prussaa and translated and published by Dr. Hawkesworth (1756), may be mentioned here.
"The Rev. Mr. Moore of Cornwall," in A Soliloquy written in a Country Churchyard (1763) is "struck with rehgious awe and solemn dread" when he "views the gloomy mansions of the dead." He meditates on a skull and the hollow sockets, which once "two bright orbs contained." Melancholy is also associated with the churchyard in Michael Bruce's Elegy written in Spring. 1766(?)