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Original poems on several subjects

In two volumes. By William Stevenson

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X. Epitaph on Mr ADDISON.

Under this kind protecting yew
A critic lies, and poet too,
That is, the rest to Heav'n remov'd,
So much of each as mortal prov'd.
He, oft as exercis'd his pen,
Gave immortality to men.
But Death could ne'er his pen forgive,
To scorn his pow'r, and make men live.
Yet, though unbrandish'd in his hand,
It vibrates still at Time's command.
Friends Addison and Time thus close,
But Death and He relentless foes.
Victor and vanquish'd in one breath,
Death conquers Him, he conquers Death.
Though gone himself, Time ever kind,
His great avenger's left behind,
Whose dart, mankind amends to make,
Will Death himself at length o'ertake.