Miscellanies in Prose and Verse | ||
By the Reverend Mr. PULLEIN.
While
Blakeney, from Minorca's thundering towers,
Fearless of fate, aspiring to the skies,
We see a mortal to an angel rise.—
While Warren's spirit coasts the abandon'd shore,
Where Britain's naval thunder flames no more,
And sorrowing, views his life's contracted span,
We hear an angel wish to be a man.
Fearless of fate, aspiring to the skies,
We see a mortal to an angel rise.—
While Warren's spirit coasts the abandon'd shore,
Where Britain's naval thunder flames no more,
And sorrowing, views his life's contracted span,
We hear an angel wish to be a man.
One finish'd, one his course of glory runs,
And heav'n divides with earth Ierne's sons.
And heav'n divides with earth Ierne's sons.
Miscellanies in Prose and Verse | ||