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      LockM up each heart and froze each tongue , As loud and high the death-note rung .

      But not for Tkee > departed worth , Let sorrowing England mourn to earth 5 To Thee , a blessed change was giv ' s , An angel here , a saint in heav'n ! Atonement for each mortal stain-Justice decreed a death of pain ; A ud thy tried spirit , pure and free . Sprung to a blest eternity .

      For our own sins , the evil leav ' n Inflicted is this curse from heav ' n ; For private crime , —and public guilt , — For treasons foul , —and life blood spilt , —• For a lewd age that spurns all ties — Religion scorns , and law defies , — For these , should burst repentant sighs , To stem the vengeance of the skies . C .

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      ON A SOLITARY GRAVE . ( From the Courier , 1813 . ) What means this little grassy mound , Raised in no consecrated ground , But in the forest dell profound—Where waves so sad and mournfully The mountain ash its bending head ? There sleeps th' unknown , unhonor'd dead In his obscure and lonely bed .

      Graced by no marks of heraldry . Here the lorn wanderer of the heath , The forest ' s twilight shades beneath , Sunk in tlie silent arms of death , Far from his home and family 5 No holy man , with pious care , O ' er bis poor relic * breath d a pray ' r , No mourner graced them with a tear , No funeral bell tolled solemnly .

      Yet round this undistinguishM tomb , The violets breathe their sweet perfume ; The eglantine ' s fair roses bloom , In nature * s wild simplicity . And when the gathering shades of night Have put the day ' s bright beams to flight , And silver Luna ^ s trembling light Sleep ' s on the wave so peacefully : —

      Then , at this silent , solemn hour , Oft from her close concealed bower , tone Philomela loves to pour Her strains of welting : harmony . Poor pilgrim rest , thy wandering ' s . o ' er Perplex '*! by wiId ? ring- thoughts na more , The daw » thy reason will restore , The dawn of Immortality .

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      EPITAPH JFor an . amiaMt and virtuous Young Lady lately dfcmwd-Scarce had Am lftr # } y Fkrirer iwralM ller be * imes to the day ,

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      DIES TRIE : Verses on the Death of the Princess . Though the light bark that gaily sails , Impelled by summer ' s balmy gales , By sudden tempests wrecked and tost ,

      May , ere the fall of ni f ht , be lost $ Yet fitful blasts and billows rude , Awhile the rising storm prelude , Time , to the tleath-doonTd sailor ^ give To breathe a prayer for those that live !

      Sudden , with bo fo rebodings dread , Th' avenging bolt from heav * n has sped ! Swifter tfoau thought , the heavy blow That laid a nation s prospects low ; That crush'd each heart and dimmed each

      «Vev And changed the rising ; revelry To silent tears and smothered sighs , And funeral solemnities !

      On spring ing hopes the morningrose , Those hopes were nipped ere evening ? s close ; And ere the shades of night retir'd ^ Grief reigned in tear ? , and Hope expired ?

      Frot * side to side , from oeatasia At sprtad the dread eaAamity ;¦ In etftiy eye w * a ve » d the 6 ovm 5— -r But uttered not . —The silent gfooi * That nMtrki th « inwardl nl * desfaix > And only breathe * to Godia iwrayer ,

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      — Sir , Devon , July IS , 1818 , I have been very highly gratified , in common with many readers of the Monthly Repository , by the different translations of the beautiful " Epigram on Sleep , " ( p . 277 , ) for a sight of which we are indebted to the taste and kindness of Mr . Bransby . The fallowing

      lines , which I transcribe from my common-place book , bear so pleasing a resemblance to the Epigram in question , and possess so much simplicity and elegance , that 1 hope you will deem them worthy of a place in your instructive Miscellany . IN v > ADDRESS TO SLEEP . Written under Affliction for the Death of a Friend .

      ^^^^^ amm Sweet Sleep , thy visits to the wretch are kind ! To him who needs repose , thy blessings gire ! And let no dreams engage my troubled mind , That , for a time , I nmy forget I live !

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1818, page 453, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2478/page/45/