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Monody.
Breathe forth , O pensive lyre ! With soothing sounds inspire The fond elegiac lay : Soft Melancholy ' s power Reigns o ' er the passing hour , And veils the luig ' ring clay . The bell ' s dull echo strikes startled ear !
my Another stroke !—another !—and again I Repeating still . —Alas ! the streaming tear , The sigh that heaves from fond Affection ' s breast , Proclaim the direful truth , and tell how vain
iiow transient , all the joys that fleeting life invest ! The nodding plume , the crested pomp of death , With all its dark insignia , pierce the gloom : ¦ Through the ebon shades of night , 111 omen'd birds , in wild affright , Precede the pageant of the mournful hour :
The dun torch gb . res around , ' Immers'd in grief profound ; A solemn sadness shews how strong firm friendshi p ' s power . The yawning earth receives its wish'd-for prey O weep , ye children of a father lost ! For you he toil'd , for you he spent life ' s day ;
And many a pang he felt , for many a hope was crost . Weep , ye sad orphans ! yield the filial tear ! For you his manl y cheek was oft distain'd ; For you the pure drop fell , a tender fear Drew forth the pensive si gh , and o ' er his bosom reign'd . Weep on , weep on , O let the hallow'd stream Oft bathe the sacred dust a parent own'd ; Let the dear relics oft command a theme ,
And oft , full oft by you , a loss so great be moan'd . ¦ Yet cease , lorn offspring ! . cease the sad lament ! Bright years of bliss await his happier fate : O'er you he hovers still with kind intent ; His angel shade protects , and shields your hapless state . Enthron'd in realms above , eternal joy Attends the
victim of the rude world ' s wrong : Enthron'd in realms above , without alloy , Ethereal pleasures wait , a gay and lovely throng . Mourn , mourn , ye lovers of the histrion ' s power ; Lament , with deep regret , the luckless hour That aim'd a blow so near . O Death , terrific king ! whose ruthless dart Pierceth , with savage joy , the feeling heart , Wh y claim a prize thus dear ?
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Monody.
Breathe forth , O pensive lyre ! With soothing sounds inspire The fond elegiac lay : Soft Melancholy ' s power Reigns o ' er the passing hour , And veils the luig ' ring clay . The bell ' s dull echo strikes startled ear !
my Another stroke !—another !—and again I Repeating still . —Alas ! the streaming tear , The sigh that heaves from fond Affection ' s breast , Proclaim the direful truth , and tell how vain
iiow transient , all the joys that fleeting life invest ! The nodding plume , the crested pomp of death , With all its dark insignia , pierce the gloom : ¦ Through the ebon shades of night , 111 omen'd birds , in wild affright , Precede the pageant of the mournful hour :
The dun torch gb . res around , ' Immers'd in grief profound ; A solemn sadness shews how strong firm friendshi p ' s power . The yawning earth receives its wish'd-for prey O weep , ye children of a father lost ! For you he toil'd , for you he spent life ' s day ;
And many a pang he felt , for many a hope was crost . Weep , ye sad orphans ! yield the filial tear ! For you his manl y cheek was oft distain'd ; For you the pure drop fell , a tender fear Drew forth the pensive si gh , and o ' er his bosom reign'd . Weep on , weep on , O let the hallow'd stream Oft bathe the sacred dust a parent own'd ; Let the dear relics oft command a theme ,
And oft , full oft by you , a loss so great be moan'd . ¦ Yet cease , lorn offspring ! . cease the sad lament ! Bright years of bliss await his happier fate : O'er you he hovers still with kind intent ; His angel shade protects , and shields your hapless state . Enthron'd in realms above , eternal joy Attends the
victim of the rude world ' s wrong : Enthron'd in realms above , without alloy , Ethereal pleasures wait , a gay and lovely throng . Mourn , mourn , ye lovers of the histrion ' s power ; Lament , with deep regret , the luckless hour That aim'd a blow so near . O Death , terrific king ! whose ruthless dart Pierceth , with savage joy , the feeling heart , Wh y claim a prize thus dear ?