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Article POETRY. ← Page 2 of 2 Article ELEGY, TO THE MEMORY OF STEPHEN STORACE , THE COMPOSER. Page 1 of 1
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Poetry.
His Consort may health and enjoyment attend , The Craft are assur'd that-she ' s firmly their friend ; For her offspring we crave but this boon from above , " Be the meed of her virtues a whole nation ' s love 1 " From the prince , & c . Of York and of Clarence ( while o ' er land and sea The toils of
the brave serve to keep Britain free ) May the deeds furnish subjects for mauy a lay , And their mem ' ry ne ' er die till all nature decay ! From the prince , & c . Yet let not the « Man of our hearts" be unsung , Nor forgot the effects of his well-pleading tongue * ; the of '
May pray ' rs our orphans to Heaven ascend , And secure its best blessings for MOIRA their friend ' ! , From the prince , & c . ' The task were too tedious the'deeds to record Of the great and the good , that our annals afford ; In a word let us utter this truth to mankind , There ' s no temple more pure than the true Mason ' s mind . From the prince , & c . . " ' ' ' S . J .
Elegy, To The Memory Of Stephen Storace , The Composer.
ELEGY , TO THE MEMORY OF STEPHEN STORACE , THE COMPOSER .
SWEET peace shall , for ever , the shade Of the mouldering Corydon greet ; The cypress shall droop o ' er his head , And murmur the rill at his feet ! All day shall the red-breast be there BY T . P ..
, And plaintively pour his soft moan ; At ni ght Philomela repair , With strains—but less sweet than his own ! The lads and the lasses shall come , With the sweets of the field and the grove , And scatter them over his
tomb—Whose music was pity and love . Yet wherefore at fortune repine ? Ah 1 surely the Gods having g iy ' n A mortal a soul too divine , Again have recall'd it to Heav ' n !
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Poetry.
His Consort may health and enjoyment attend , The Craft are assur'd that-she ' s firmly their friend ; For her offspring we crave but this boon from above , " Be the meed of her virtues a whole nation ' s love 1 " From the prince , & c . Of York and of Clarence ( while o ' er land and sea The toils of
the brave serve to keep Britain free ) May the deeds furnish subjects for mauy a lay , And their mem ' ry ne ' er die till all nature decay ! From the prince , & c . Yet let not the « Man of our hearts" be unsung , Nor forgot the effects of his well-pleading tongue * ; the of '
May pray ' rs our orphans to Heaven ascend , And secure its best blessings for MOIRA their friend ' ! , From the prince , & c . ' The task were too tedious the'deeds to record Of the great and the good , that our annals afford ; In a word let us utter this truth to mankind , There ' s no temple more pure than the true Mason ' s mind . From the prince , & c . . " ' ' ' S . J .
Elegy, To The Memory Of Stephen Storace , The Composer.
ELEGY , TO THE MEMORY OF STEPHEN STORACE , THE COMPOSER .
SWEET peace shall , for ever , the shade Of the mouldering Corydon greet ; The cypress shall droop o ' er his head , And murmur the rill at his feet ! All day shall the red-breast be there BY T . P ..
, And plaintively pour his soft moan ; At ni ght Philomela repair , With strains—but less sweet than his own ! The lads and the lasses shall come , With the sweets of the field and the grove , And scatter them over his
tomb—Whose music was pity and love . Yet wherefore at fortune repine ? Ah 1 surely the Gods having g iy ' n A mortal a soul too divine , Again have recall'd it to Heav ' n !