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ON THE LAMENTED DEATH
THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE OF WALES AND
Τὰ μὲν κατ' οἴκους ἐφ' ἑστίας ἄχη
Τὸ πᾶν δ ̓ ἀφ ̓ Ἑλλάδος αἶας συνορμένοις
Δόμων ἑκάστου πρέπει.ÆscHYL. Agamem.
Now all was quiet and serene,
Hope's morning star on earth was seen,
Then, then, the hurricane arose,
The dreadful tempest of our woes,
The festal song is o'er
The voice of mirth no more
Is heard throughout the land:
With quivering lips and pale,
young and old bewail
The Almighty's dread command!
Grim death! oh what a blow thou gavest us here!
And she is nothingness, who late
She realized those pleasures known
But who can paint that dreadful grief
That shuddering pity must conceal :
Was it for this that Hymen join'd their hands,
That when with loyal hopes all hearts were gay
Alas! they're changed to funeral knells;
Heard ye the solemn sound?
Again it tolls-the bell profound.
Would it were fancy! but she's
The truest, dearest, loveliest one
Angels of love, with gratulations high,
The pride, or pomp of place;
And every winning grace.
Yet Death has dimm'd the lustre of her eyes; In lifeless loveliness his victim lies;
Britannia, frantic, clasps her favourite's urn; Wit, Virtue, Beauty, for their darling mourn. But through the royal house,
No loud laments arise:
Silence that loathes repose
There stalks with tearful eyes.
Ne'er may our querulous complaints intrude On the lone mourner's sacred solitude: