ON THE DEATH OF DAVID GARRICK, Esq.

ON THE DEATH OF DAVID GARRICK, Esq. Mary Alcock (née Cumberland) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford

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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T86344 Alcock [née Cumberland], Mary, 1741?–1798. Poems, &c. &c. by the Late Mrs. Mary Alcock [poems only]. London Printed for C. Dilly, Poultry 1799 pp. 59-60. vii,[25],183,[1]p.

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ON THE DEATH OF DAVID GARRICK , Esq. How oft hast thou , great master of thine art , Call'd forth each feeling from the human heart , With admiration fill'd the wondering mind , And made exist what Shakspeare's pen design'd , With valour fir'd , with horror chill'd the breast , Now sooth'd with love , and now with grief opprest , With frantic madness rent th' astonish'd ear , Or from the eye made flow the pitying tear ; Then , as the merry Muses led the way , And bade thee all thy comic powers display , How didst thou charm and captivate each sense , The champion both of wit and eloquence . No more alas ! thine accents charm the ear , No feigned sorrows now draw forth the tear , Deep is the grief , sincere the tears we shed , Garrick , alas ! lies number'd with the dead .