Elegy on the death of Dr Johnson
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Neither the author nor the composer of this elegy appears to be recorded. The work looks similar to the style of Samuel Webbe.
Lyrics: Anon

As the fond mother, o'er the sable bier
Of her loved son, lets fall a lucid tear,
So Learning sighs, around her Johnson's shrine,
And Genius mourns, attended by the nine:
E'en great Apollo tunes his muted lyre
To strains of woe, and joins the weeping choir.
Britons attend, and while each heaving heart
Feels Britain's loss, and feeling bears a part,
Be it his task to rear her drooping age
To millions yet unborn transmit his splendid page.