The Poems of Ambrose Philips | ||
To the Memory of the late EARL of HALIFAX.
June 30, 1718.
Weeping o'er thy sacred urn,
Ever shall the muses mourn;
Sadly shall their numbers flow,
Ever elegant in woe.
Ever shall the muses mourn;
Sadly shall their numbers flow,
Ever elegant in woe.
Thousands, nobly born, shall dy,
Thousands in oblivion ly,
Names, which leave no trace behind,
Like the clouds before the wind,
When the dusky shadows pass,
Lightly fleeting o'er the grass.
Thousands in oblivion ly,
Names, which leave no trace behind,
Like the clouds before the wind,
When the dusky shadows pass,
Lightly fleeting o'er the grass.
But, O Halifax, thy name
Shall through ages rise in fame:
Sweet remembrance shalt thou find,
Sweet in every noble mind.
Shall through ages rise in fame:
Sweet remembrance shalt thou find,
Sweet in every noble mind.
The Poems of Ambrose Philips | ||