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THE CAPTIVE QUEEN.
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The Lines are supposed to be spoken by a Friend of the unfortunate Antoinette.

With radiance rose thy morning sun,
Fair promise of a happy day;
But, luckless, ere it reach'd its noon,
The fiend of darkness dimm'd the ray.
What though the brightest gifts are thine,
And distant nations pour thy praise;
While, raptur'd, on thy form divine
The eyes of Love and Wonder gaze?
The voice of Joy, for ever mute,
Must yield to sighs that mourn in vain;
And Pity, come with sweetest lute,
To sooth thy sorrows with her strain.
The syren Hope, who won thy ear,
Must charm no more the dangerous hour;
The warning voice of ravens, hear,
That croak thy doom on yonder tow'r.
Yet what is life, 'mid Horror's reign,
Where Murder's triumph cleaves the sky;
Where heaves with death the groaning scene,
And dungeons loud for vengeance cry?

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Yet what is life to spotless fame?
And thine to latest time shall bloom—
The blow that sinks that beauteous frame
Gives all the virtues to the tomb.