Index — Chapter FUNERALS <i>to</i> GAZELLE (Part 2 of 2)

Bless’d be the great! for those they take away,
And those they left me; for they left me G A Y:
Left me to see neglected genius bloom,
Neglected die, and tell it on his tomb.

Pope.—To Arbuthnot, Prol. to Sat. Line 255.

Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
In wit, a man; simplicity, a child.

Pope.—Epitaph on Gay, No. 11.

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.

Dryden.—Epitaph on Killigrew, No.II. Stanza 4.

GAZELLE.—Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour,
I’ve seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower,
But `twas the first to fade away.
I never nursed a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well,
And love me, it was sure to die!

Tom Moore.—Fire Worshippers, Vol. VI. 217.