William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Epitaph upon the Year 1806William Robert Spencer (17701834)
’T
With the dust of the ages to mix;
Time’s charnel for ever encloses
The year Eighteen hundred and six!
I duly thy dirge will perform,
Content, if thy heir but inherit
Thy portion of sunshine and storm!
For black were thy moments in part,
But O! thy fair days were the fairest
That ever have shone on my heart.
That death’s darkest cypress could throw,
Thine, too, was a garland the sweetest
That life in full blossom could show!
Of ills which the other had brew’d;
One draught of thy chalice of nectar
All tastes of thy bitters subdued.
With mine tears more precious will mix,
To hallow the midnight which closes,
The year Eighteen hundred and six.