| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | July 7 | | Lines on the Death of Sheridan | | By Thomas Moore (1779–1852) |
| | * * * * * That high-gifted man, | |
| The pride of the palace, the bower, and the hall, | |
| The orator—dramatist—minstrel,—who ran | |
| Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all! | |
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| Whose mind was an essence, compounded with art | 5 |
| From the finest and best of all other men’s powers— | |
| Who ruled, like a wizard the world of the heart, | |
| And could call up its sunshine, or bring down its showers! | |
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| Whose humour, as gay as the fire-fly’s light, | |
| Played round every subject, and shone as it played— | 10 |
| Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, | |
| Ne’er carried a heart-stain away on its blade;— | |
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| Whose eloquence—brightening whatever it tried, | |
| Whether reason or fancy, the gay or the grave— | |
| Was as rapid, as deep, and as brilliant a tide | 15 |
| As ever bore Freedom aloft on its wave! * * * * * | | | | |
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