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 | The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] |  |
TO JULIA.
Written near her Grave.
Much-injur'd maid, who liest pale below,
To thee a pilgrim sad I steal away;
In mournful silence steal, o'erpower'd with woe,
To bathe with floods of penitence thy clay.
To thee a pilgrim sad I steal away;
In mournful silence steal, o'erpower'd with woe,
To bathe with floods of penitence thy clay.
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Oh! can thy gentle ghost the wretch forgive,
Who seeks thy sod at this lone hour of night—
A wretch, whose greatest hardship is to live,
Who, dead to pleasure, sickens at the light?
Who seeks thy sod at this lone hour of night—
A wretch, whose greatest hardship is to live,
Who, dead to pleasure, sickens at the light?
Oh! if my grief could sooth the sweetest shade,
And pardon gain, which Justice must deny;
Near Julia's ashes should this form be laid;
Its crimes forgotten—then what bliss to die!
And pardon gain, which Justice must deny;
Near Julia's ashes should this form be laid;
Its crimes forgotten—then what bliss to die!
Tir'd of the world, my heart no longer prays
(What others covet) for extended years:
For who would madly court a length of days,
To count (alas!) the moments by his tears!
(What others covet) for extended years:
For who would madly court a length of days,
To count (alas!) the moments by his tears!
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