Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse Consisting of the Epistolary Correspondence of Many Distinguished Characters. With Notes and Illustrations. By the Rev. R. Polwhele |
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SONNET, Written February 24th, between three and four in the afternoon, when the funeral procession was advancing
towards Truro, and the minute bell at St. Mary's
tolling:—
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SONNET, Written February 24th, between three and four in the afternoon, when the funeral procession was advancing towards Truro, and the minute bell at St. Mary's tolling:—
Dunstanville! is it not the funeral knellThat deepens, amidst visionary glooms,
The long, long shadows of the nodding plumes,
O'er “down and dell,” to where thy Fathers rest?
Again—again—I hear its solemn swell,
Sad monitor of frail mortality!
Oh! in that sudden stillness—in that pause
“Without a breath,” my bosom beats to applause
That shames the shouts of millions. Every eye
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Set on thy Coronet—in sooth to say;
Number'd on earth amongst the great and good,
Be thine, in blessing others only blest,
The incorruptible Crown, through Heaven's eternal day!
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