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7 Can | Honour's | voice 77 pro | voke the " silent | dust, 7 |

7 Or | Flattery | soothe 7 | 7 the | dull 7 | cold 7 | ear of death? 7| | |

7 Perhaps, 7 | 7 in | this neglected | spot, 7 | 7 is laid, 7

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Some 7 heart | once 7 | pregnant 7 | 7 with ce lestial | fire; 7 | |

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Hands 77 that the | rod of | empire | 7 might have sway'd, 7 |

7 Or | wak'd to | ecstacy | 7 the | living | lyre. 7 |

7 But | Knowledge | 7 to | their 7 | eyes 77 her | ample | page, 7 |

Rich with the spoils of | Time, 7 | 7 did | ne'er un | roll; 7|| |

Chill 7 Penury | 7 re | press'd their | noble | rage

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And froze the genial | current | 7 of the soul.

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Full 7 | many a | gem of | purest | ray se | rene, 7 | 7 The | dark, 7 | | un | fathom'd | caves of | ocean

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Full 7 | many a | flower | 7 is | born 7 | 7 to | blush un | seen, 7 |

7 And waste its | sweetness | 7 on the | desert | air. 7 | | │

Some 7 village | Hampden, | 7 that with | dauntless | breast, 7 |

7 The little | tyrant of his | fields 7 | 7 with | stood;

Some 7 mute in glorious | Milton | here may | rest, 7|

| Some 7 Cromwell, | | guiltless | 7 of his | country's blood. | | |

7 The applause of | listening | senates | 7 to com | mand; 7 |

7 The threats of pain and | ruin | 7 to de spise; 7 | |

7 To scatter plenty | 7 o'er a | smiling | land 7 | 7 And read their history | 7 in a | nation's | eyes ; 71

Their 7 | lot for | bade: 7|7 nor | circumscrib'da | lone 7 |

7 Their | growing | virtues, | 7 but their | crimes con| fin'd; 71

7 For bade to wade thro' | slaughter | 7 to a | `throne, 7 |

7 And shut the gates of | mercy | 7 on man | kind; 71

The struggling | pangs of conscious | Truth to

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To quench the blushes | 7 of ingenuous | shame 7

7 Or | heap the | shrine of | Luxury | 7 and | Pride

7 With incense 7 | kindled | 7 at the | Muse's | flame. 7| | |

7 Yet even

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these 7 | bones 7 | 7 from | insult |

7 to protect, 7|

frail me | morial | stille | rected | nigh, 7 | 7 With uncouth 7 | rhymes, 7 | 7 and | shapeless sculpture deck'd, 7 |

Im | plores the | passing | tribute | 7 of a | sigh. 7 111

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7 Their names, 7|7 their | years, 7 | spelt by the un | letter'd muse, 7 | 7 The place of fame and | elegy | 7 sup | ply; 7 | | 7 And | many a | holy | text 7 | 7 a

strews 7 |

round she

7 That teach the | rustic | moralist 7 | 7 to | die. 7

7 For who 77 to | dumb for | getfulness a | prey, 7།

7 This pleasing | anxious | being | e'er re | sign'd,

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Left the

day, 7 |

warm | precincts of the | cheerful |

7 Nor | cast | one | longing | lingering | look behind. 7| | |

On | some 7 fond 7 | breast 7 [7 the | parting | soul re lies, 7]

| Some 7 pious | drops 7 | 7 the | closing | eyere |quires, 7 |

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| Ev'n from the | tomb, 7 | 7 the | voice of | Nature | cries; 7 | |

Ev'n in our | ashes, || live their | wonted | fires. 7 1 1 1

7 For thee who | mindful | 7 of the un | honor'd | dead; 7 |

Dost in these lines, 7|7 their | artless | tale re | late, 7

By | chance and | lonely| contem | plation | led, 71

To wander | 7 in the | gloomy | walks of fate, 17 |

Hark! 7| |7 how the sacred | calm 7 | 7 that | breathes around, 7 |

Bids 7 | every | fierce tu | multuous | passion | cease; 71

7 In still 7 small 7 | accents | whispering | 7 from the ground, 7 |

7 A | grateful | earnest | 7 of eternal | peace. 7 |

7 No more with | Nature | 7 and thy | self at | strife, 7 |

7 Give | anxious | cares and endless | wishes |

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room, 7 |

But thro' the cool 77 sequester'd | vale of | life, 7

7 Pursue the | noiseless | tenor | 7 of thy | doom. 71 1 1

APOSTROPHE TO THE QUEEN OF FRANCE.

BURKE.

7 It is | now, 7 | sixteen or | seventeen | years 7 | 7 since I saw the | Queen of | France, 7 | then the |

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Dauphiness, 7 at Ver | sailles, 7 |

7 and | surely | never lighted on this | orb, 7 | 7 which she | hardby | seemed to | touch, 77 a more de | lightful | vision. | | | 7I | saw her | just a | bove the ho | rizon, decorating and | cheering | 7 the | elevated sphere 77 she just began to | move in: | | glittering, | 7 like the morning | star; | | full of life, 77 and splendour, | 7 and joy. 7| | | Oh! 7 | what a | revo | lution! | | 7 and | what a | heart 7 | must Ĩ | have, 7|7 to | contemplate | 7 with | out e | motion, | that 7 | 7 ele | vation | 7 and | that 7 | fall! 7 | | │

Little | did I dream 7 | 7 that | when she | added | titles of vene | ration | 7 to | those of en | thusi | astic, distant, | 7 re | spectful | love, 7 || that she should ever be obliged 7 | 7 to | carry the | sharp 7 | antidote | 7a | gainst dis | grace 7 | 7 con | cealed in that 7 | bosom; | | little did I | dream | that I should have | lived to see 7 | such dis | asters

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| fallen up on her | 7 in a | nation of | gallant |

men; 77 in a

and of chevaliers. | |

nation of | men of honor | 7

| |7 I thought 7 | ten 7 |

thousand swords 7 | 7 must have | leaped from their | scabbards, | | 7 to a | venge 7 | even a | look 7 | 77 that threatened her with | insult. | | | 7 But | I the age of chivalry | 7 is | gone. 7 | | That of | sophisters, 7 economists and | calculators, | 7 has succeeded; | | 7 and the glory of | Europe | 7 is extinguished | 7 for | ever. | | | Never, never

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