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Elegy On The Death Of Sir James Hunter B (第2/2页)
anner, erst in fields unfurl'd, that like a deathful meteleam'd afar, and brav'd the mighty monarchs of the world. “my patriot son fills an untimely grave!” with ats wild and lifted arms she cried; “low lies the hand oft was stretch'd to save, low lies the heart that swell'd with ho pride. “a weeping try joins a widow's tear; the helpless poor mix with the orphan's cry; the drooping arts surround their patron's bier; and grateful sce heaves the heartfelt sigh! “i saw my sons resume their a fire; i saw fair freedom's blossoms richly blow: but ah! how hope is born but to expire! relentless fate has laid their guardian low. “my patriot falls: but shall he lie unsung, while empty greatness saves a worthless name? no; every muse shall joiuneful tongue, and future ages hear his growing fame. “and i will join a mother's tender cares, thro' future times to make his virtues last; that distant years may boast of other blairs!”— she said, and vanish'd with the sweeping blast.
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