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THE FUNERAL.
See the pall-supporting bearers,
All in Undertaker's shew;
See the train of sable-wearers,
Acting ev'ry mode of woe:
Silent crouds the spot surrounding,
Call'd the Grand Receiver's Dome;
Dismal tolling tenor sounding,
Fellow mortals follow home.
All in Undertaker's shew;
See the train of sable-wearers,
Acting ev'ry mode of woe:
Silent crouds the spot surrounding,
Call'd the Grand Receiver's Dome;
Dismal tolling tenor sounding,
Fellow mortals follow home.
List! oh list! ye state declaimers,
On whose words the many dwell;
Place-bestowing, Patriot-tamers,
Hark! oh hark! 'tis Grandeur's knell:
Heralds loud proclaim the honours
Which this once puissant past;
Tell his titles, count his manors,
Lord of only this at last.
On whose words the many dwell;
Place-bestowing, Patriot-tamers,
Hark! oh hark! 'tis Grandeur's knell:
Heralds loud proclaim the honours
Which this once puissant past;
Tell his titles, count his manors,
Lord of only this at last.
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View the tomb with sculpture splendid,
View the sod with briars bound;
There the farce of Finery's ended,
All are equal under ground:
Fashions there, there Envy's banish'd,
Beauties there can't plead their forms;
There Precedencies are vanish'd,
Offals all to odious worms.
View the sod with briars bound;
There the farce of Finery's ended,
All are equal under ground:
Fashions there, there Envy's banish'd,
Beauties there can't plead their forms;
There Precedencies are vanish'd,
Offals all to odious worms.
Wise folks, weak ones, poor, and wealthy,
Tenant unremitting graves;
Haughty, humble, sick, and healthy,
Britons sons, and Asian slaves:
Gloom no more the brow with sorrow,
Meet the moment, come what may;
If we're all to dye to-morrow,
Let us live, my lads, to-day.
Tenant unremitting graves;
Haughty, humble, sick, and healthy,
Britons sons, and Asian slaves:
Gloom no more the brow with sorrow,
Meet the moment, come what may;
If we're all to dye to-morrow,
Let us live, my lads, to-day.
We'll not lavish life's expences,
Nor be niggards when we pay;
Let us please, not pall our senses,
This is Reason's holiday:
Here, to dunces bid defiance,
Affectations disapprove;
Here's my Toast,—The Grand Alliance,
Friendship, Freedom, Wit, and Love.
Nor be niggards when we pay;
Let us please, not pall our senses,
This is Reason's holiday:
Here, to dunces bid defiance,
Affectations disapprove;
Here's my Toast,—The Grand Alliance,
Friendship, Freedom, Wit, and Love.
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