A Metrical History of England Or, Recollections, in Rhyme, Of some of the most prominent Features in our National Chronology, from the Landing of Julius Caesar to the Commencement of the Regency, in 1812. In Two Volumes ... By Thomas Dibdin |
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Mansfield, the sage judicial chief, expires:
And, with respect and sympathy, we state,
Hygæia from our sov'reign's cheeks retires,
And (while a prey to fev'rish fires
The monarch suffers,) harsh debate,
And wrath unseemly, in the senate rise.
Then, Thurlow, it was thine to prize
Thy master's welfare, and exclaim,
(Never forgotten be thy fame)!
“Whene'er unmindful of my King I prove
“Unmindful be of me the God I love!”
Then Pitt! too, leader of that band
Who, in the sov'reign, served the land,
O'erpaid thy loyal efforts then,
When reason dawning on the best of men,
Pointed his faithful friends to his regard,
And feeling, reft of words, essay'd reward.
The King's recovery was given
As sudden blessing sent from Heaven,
To interpose when Discord's voice,
In accents hoarse, bade fiends rejoice;
But Providence withdrew the veil,
The dæmon's fell intentions fail:
And in the sacred dome, by crouded hearts
Surrounded, George his gratitude imparts,
To where Sincerity will still prevail.
And, with respect and sympathy, we state,
Hygæia from our sov'reign's cheeks retires,
And (while a prey to fev'rish fires
The monarch suffers,) harsh debate,
And wrath unseemly, in the senate rise.
Then, Thurlow, it was thine to prize
Thy master's welfare, and exclaim,
(Never forgotten be thy fame)!
“Whene'er unmindful of my King I prove
“Unmindful be of me the God I love!”
Then Pitt! too, leader of that band
Who, in the sov'reign, served the land,
O'erpaid thy loyal efforts then,
When reason dawning on the best of men,
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And feeling, reft of words, essay'd reward.
The King's recovery was given
As sudden blessing sent from Heaven,
To interpose when Discord's voice,
In accents hoarse, bade fiends rejoice;
But Providence withdrew the veil,
The dæmon's fell intentions fail:
And in the sacred dome, by crouded hearts
Surrounded, George his gratitude imparts,
To where Sincerity will still prevail.
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