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 MISCBLLANE,OUS .POEMS. AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE KING.  ', So many great ' lfiustrimu spirits have eonvets'd with *me. Have in her oehod been tnught us am enough To coMecrate distrain," BZLLs toll for peasants, and we heed them not; But when proclaiming that the nobler die, Rous'd by the grandeur of their lbfty !or, Musing we listen--moralizing, sigh. Such knells have now a dull, familiar sound; Oh ! that which spoke worst woe to Albion's isle, More unaceustom'd flung its murmurs round, Chill'd the warm heart, and stole the gyest smile. We cannot grieve alike o'er youth and age: Thee, loveliest scion of the royal tree, We moum'd in anguish time could scarce assuage; We wept---and, oh ! not only wept for thee ! ......... Google

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