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Elegiac Stanzas
ELEGIAC STANZAS
ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF ' MISS E * ******* _ R * * * * , I December Ii , 1793 . SWEET is the rose-bud to the view
, As opening in the morn ; Its leaf bespangl'd with the dew , And harmless is its thorn . Such was Eliza , lovely maid 1 A Rose without a thorn ! Pure as the dew-drop on its head , ' Upon a vernal mornj Sweet arc the balmy , spicy gales
That breathe o ' er Arab's coast ; . Enchanting Lbve reigns in i : * s vales , And forms its greatest boast . Yet sweeter far Eliza's mind , Than Arab ' s spicy groves ; > "Twas Sensibility refin'd , The seat of all the Loves . ¦ The Graces fix'd their dear abode , Within her lovely breast ;
. No angry passions dar'd intrude , Or could disturb her rest . Shall then Eliza seek the tomb , And from our world be torn ; And ' not the Muse amid the gloom , One wreath hang on her urn ? Ah , no ! forbid sweet memory , To let her shade depart ,
Without the passing tear and sigh , The language of the heart . Mild candour , weeping o'er her urn , , ( Methinks I hear the voice ) " Tho' for thy loss my cause must mourn , Yet thou shalt e ' er rejoice . With dear delight I call'd thee mine , And led thee on to youth ;
Thy spirit bent before the shrine Of everlasting truth . Quick as the lightning ' s sudden glare , Shoots thro' an Eastern sky , " So did the angel touch the Fair , And whisper'd she must die . Meek as the flow'ret bends its head , Before the zephyr's breath ,
So bow'd Eliza , gentle maid , Nor fear'd thy summons , Death . - Religion from the mournful tomb Shall raise each weeping eye , To trace the flying spirit home , Unto its native sky . " B ' ideford , Dec . 13 , 1793 . ' J , \ V .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Elegiac Stanzas
ELEGIAC STANZAS
ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF ' MISS E * ******* _ R * * * * , I December Ii , 1793 . SWEET is the rose-bud to the view
, As opening in the morn ; Its leaf bespangl'd with the dew , And harmless is its thorn . Such was Eliza , lovely maid 1 A Rose without a thorn ! Pure as the dew-drop on its head , ' Upon a vernal mornj Sweet arc the balmy , spicy gales
That breathe o ' er Arab's coast ; . Enchanting Lbve reigns in i : * s vales , And forms its greatest boast . Yet sweeter far Eliza's mind , Than Arab ' s spicy groves ; > "Twas Sensibility refin'd , The seat of all the Loves . ¦ The Graces fix'd their dear abode , Within her lovely breast ;
. No angry passions dar'd intrude , Or could disturb her rest . Shall then Eliza seek the tomb , And from our world be torn ; And ' not the Muse amid the gloom , One wreath hang on her urn ? Ah , no ! forbid sweet memory , To let her shade depart ,
Without the passing tear and sigh , The language of the heart . Mild candour , weeping o'er her urn , , ( Methinks I hear the voice ) " Tho' for thy loss my cause must mourn , Yet thou shalt e ' er rejoice . With dear delight I call'd thee mine , And led thee on to youth ;
Thy spirit bent before the shrine Of everlasting truth . Quick as the lightning ' s sudden glare , Shoots thro' an Eastern sky , " So did the angel touch the Fair , And whisper'd she must die . Meek as the flow'ret bends its head , Before the zephyr's breath ,
So bow'd Eliza , gentle maid , Nor fear'd thy summons , Death . - Religion from the mournful tomb Shall raise each weeping eye , To trace the flying spirit home , Unto its native sky . " B ' ideford , Dec . 13 , 1793 . ' J , \ V .