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The famed Leander could not more
AVas ever senseless dog so bit;
Oh! pleasing Poet, friend for ever dear,
Thy memory claims the tribute of a tear;
In thee were join'd, whate'er mankind admire,
Keen wit, strong sense, the Poet's, Patriot's fire,
Temper'd with gentleness such gifts were thine,—
Such gifts with heartfelt anguish we resign.
This Epitaph is inscribed upon the tomb of this Poet in Llanyhill church, on the banks of Bala Lake. It is some honour to have been praised by Wilkes, even in such Verses as these.
Evan Lloyd was of Jesus College, Oxford; he published, l. The Powers of the Pen. a- The Curate. 3. The Methodist. 4. Conversation. 5. An Epistle to David Garrick. 6. An Ode on opening the new exhibition room of the Royal Incorporated Society of Artiste of Great Britain; each seperately in quarto.
The Ode performed at the new Exhibition Room of the Royal Incorpora ed Society of Artists of Great Britain, written by E. Ltoyd.
..., Ingenua9 didicisse fideliter Artes
Emollit mores, oec sunt esse feros.
'xwas where grim Mars with ruin strew'd the plain,
And wide displayed the terrors of his reign,
"While discord wav'd her crimson wings,
Dripping with the blood of Kings,
Britannia wept forlorn to see,
Death revel 'midst her progeny:
Ye powers! sooth a mother's care;
Her pray'r prevail'd—from Heav'n the mus«
And in her train each liberal art attends.
In softer murmurs let the hills
Pour down fresh heliconian rills;
Ye vales, with groves of laurel swell,
The muse now deigns with you to dwell.
Hark! thro' the enchanted isle
They teach the warriors brow to smile,
The sister of the pencil came
Hail! wond'rous art! whose pow'r is such
With mightiest magic fraught, It gives with a promethean touch
To colour, life, and thought!
Not Egypt's skill so well can save,
Each passion by the pencil dress'd
Than in the writer's page;
In cherub forms engage.