The Age Reviewed A Satire: In two parts: Second edition, revised and corrected [by Robert Montgomery] |
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In Missolonghi, when his spirit fled,
What sorrowing thousands mourned their guardian dead!
Then, tears of love and homage fell for thee,
Phillenic minstrel of the brave and free!
No listless pomp, no mock heraldic glare,
No sembled sobs profan'd thy funeral there;
But down-cast eyes, and drops of faithful woe,
Were eloquence beyond all art to show;
When slowly moving with their lifeless load,
Thy weeping Greeks paced o'er the dismal road:
An oaken case then formed thy couch of rest,
A soldier's cloak fell mantling o'er thy chest;
Helmet and sword, with coroneted green,—
These obsequies made all the funeral scene;
But each attending breeze that wandered by,
Bore up to Heaven an unaffected sigh,
While Britons, Suliot troops, and warriors wild,
Stood musing mourners for the peerless Childe.
What sorrowing thousands mourned their guardian dead!
Then, tears of love and homage fell for thee,
Phillenic minstrel of the brave and free!
No listless pomp, no mock heraldic glare,
No sembled sobs profan'd thy funeral there;
But down-cast eyes, and drops of faithful woe,
Were eloquence beyond all art to show;
When slowly moving with their lifeless load,
Thy weeping Greeks paced o'er the dismal road:
An oaken case then formed thy couch of rest,
A soldier's cloak fell mantling o'er thy chest;
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These obsequies made all the funeral scene;
But each attending breeze that wandered by,
Bore up to Heaven an unaffected sigh,
While Britons, Suliot troops, and warriors wild,
Stood musing mourners for the peerless Childe.
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