ON A BUST OF FOX.
In this cold Bust, a faint attempt we see,
A vain attempt, great Fox! to picture thee.
For say, can bronze, or marble e'er impart
That magic charm, warm breathing from the heart?
That fire, which darting from th' expressive eye,
Wings with redoubled force the keen reply?
Or, when thy eloquence, with milder flow,
In Freedom's cause, bids wond'ring senates glow?
Or, when obeying friendship's sacred call,
Thou mourn'st illustrious Russell's early fall?
A vain attempt, great Fox! to picture thee.
For say, can bronze, or marble e'er impart
That magic charm, warm breathing from the heart?
That fire, which darting from th' expressive eye,
Wings with redoubled force the keen reply?
Or, when thy eloquence, with milder flow,
In Freedom's cause, bids wond'ring senates glow?
Or, when obeying friendship's sacred call,
Thou mourn'st illustrious Russell's early fall?
