Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose | ||
On the Death of Monimia.
To dear Monimia's tomb we run,Amaz'd, distracted, and undone;
With scalding tears we mark the stone,
And fill the Vaults with endless moan;
The hollow Vaults the Moan restore;
But let the Nymph return no more.
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To learn of the Fair,
A Saint in devotion, and Martyr in pain;
We might see her once more,
As bright as before,
An Angel in glory, and know her again.
Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose | ||