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Hearn then, ye mournful parents, and divide That love in many, which in one was ty’d. That individual blessing is no more, But multiply'd in your remaining store. The flame's dispers’d, but does not all expire ; The sparkles blaze, tho not the globe of fire. Love him by parts, in all your num’rous race, And from those parts form one collected grace; Then, when you have refin'd to that degree, Imagine all in one, and think that one is he.
Young Mr. ROGERS of Gloucestershire.
F gentle blood, his parents only treasure, O Their lasting forrow, and their vanish'd
pleasure, Adorn'd with features, virtues, wit, and grace, A large provision for fo short a race; More mod'rate gifts might have prolong'd his date, Too early fitted for a better state ; But, knowing heaven his home, to fhun delay, He leap'd o'er age, and took the shortest way.
On the DEATH of
P U R C E L L.
Set to Music by Dr. BLOW.
ARK how the lark and linnet fing ;
With rival notes
To welcome in the spring.
But in the close of night,
They cease their mutual spite,
So ceas'd the rival crew, when Purcell came;
The godlike man,
We beg not hell our Orpheus to restore:
Had he been there,
Their sovereign's fear
Had sent him back before.
power of harmony too well they knew : He long ere this had tun'd their jarring sphere, And left no hell below.
They handed him along,
Nor know to mend their choice.
Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ. Η
Ο Ν Τ Η Ε.
L A D Y
WH I T M O R E.
AIR, kind, and true, a treasure each alone,
one, Rest in this tomb, rais'd at thy husband's cost, Here fadly fumming, what he had, and loft.
Come, virgins, ere in equal bands ye join,
Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η
Sir PALMES FAIRBONE's Tomb
WESTMINSTER-À B B EY.
Sacred to the immortal memory of Sir PALMES
FAIRBONE, Knight, Governor of Tangier ; in execution of which command, he was mortally wounded by a shot from the Moors, then besieging the town, in the forty-sixth year of his age. October 24, 1680.
E sacred relics, which
your Here, undisturb'd by wars, in quiet fleep : Discharge the trust, which, when it was below, Fairbone's undaunted soul did undergo, And be the town's Palladium from the foe. Alive and dead these walls he will defend : Great actions great examples must attend. The Candian siege his early valor knew, Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue. VOL. II.