Anonymous, An Elegy on Mr. Pope. Humbly Inscribed to Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke. By a Friend (1744). An Elegy was published on 5 June 1744: Pope had died only a few days before, during the evening of 30 May. Several elegies and effusions were occasioned by Pope's death; this is one of the more dignified.
I can't forbear-not Tears alone shall flow,
But Words, uncull'd by Art, shall tell my Woe;
No Muse I call to lend her lofty Wings;
'Tis Truth that dictates, and 'tis Love that sings;
Soft Elegy the strong sublime disdains;
Its Style is gentle, humble are its Strains;
In low Simplicity its Grief express'd,
Like the true Mourner in plain Habit dress'd.
THE brightest Ornament of ALBION gone,
Of the poetick World th'illustrious Sun,
Forbid to shine by rigid Fate's Decree,
Sorrowing I sing; for, POPE, I sing of thee.
WHEN common Wits, like common Mortals die,
The Grief how limited how low the Sigh!
But when the first distinguish'd Genius falls,
That Loss for universal Mourning calls!
Sorrow it claims, where'er bright Sense appears,
And puts BRITANNIA and the World in Tears.
What mortal Man, his Grandeur e'er so high,
Could e'er so honour'd, so lamented die?
Not the good Monarch, to his Subjects dear
For true parental Tenderness and Care;