Mr. Jerningham

“ With Notes of Horror wakes her trembling Ear.{7}
Of human Grandeur mark the fleeting Day,
How frail each Purpose, and each Wish how vain!
The strong-built Domes, the cloister’d Fanes decay,
And Ruin hovers round the desert Scene. ”

“ Attracted by the Scent of human Blood,
A Troop of Wolves voracious scour’d amain,
And at this Charnel Vault requir’d their Food:{13}
When, horrid to relate! they burst the Tomb,
And swift defending to the deepest Shade,
Up-tore the shrouded Tenant from its Womb,
And o’er the mangled Corse relentless prey’d.
The paly Stars with dim reluctant Light,
Like Tapers glimmer’d on their Orgies foul,
While gliding Spectres scream’d with wild Affright,
Re-echo’d loud by their tremendous Howl.
Ah! what avail’d the solemn-moving Herse? ”