Inscriptions For A Seat In The Groves Of Coleorton Comments

Heart-breaking tears, and melancholy dreams Of slighted love, and scorn, and jealous rage, With which his genius shook the buskined stage. Communities are lost, and Empires die, And things of holy use unhallowed lie; They perish; - but the Intellect can raise, From airy words alone, a Pile that ne'er decays..............

Heart-breaking tears, and melancholy dreams Of slighted love, and scorn, and jealous rage, With which his genius shook the buskined stage. Thanks poet for such a nicely penned poem.