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And, that his hero might accomplish'd be,
From that great judge your judgment takes its law, 2
And to Old England you that right have done, T
When every line they add improves thy lofs,
Yet, left thy ignorance betray thy name
Of man and pious, read and mourns the shame
Since reason, then, can privilege a fear,
Manhood, uncenfur'd, pay that tribute here,
Upon this noble urn. Here, here remains
Of inflam'd vengeance for paft crimes; fonone
That fullied earth, and did Heaven's pity choak.
In him, more than the widow'd world can boast
Fair as the grey-ey'd morn he was; the day,
Had his noon been as fix'd as clear-but he,
To make him perfect, now submits to night,
Great faint! fhine there in an eternal sphere,
And tell those powers to whom thou now draw'st near, That by our trembling fenfe, in HASTINGS dead,
Their anger and our ugly faults are read;
The fhort lines of whofe life did to our eyes
Their love and majefty epitomize.
Tell them, whofe ftern decrees impofe our laws,
Though fin fearch nature, to provide her here
She'll never meet a plenty like this hearse,
DENHA M'S POEMS.
The Destruction of Troy, an Effay on the fecond.
On my Lord Crofts and my Journey into Poland, from
whence we brought 10,000l. for his Majefty, by the.
Decimation of his Scottish Subjects there
On Mr. Thomas Killigrew's Return from his Em-
baffy from Venice, and Mr. William Murray's from
A Speech against Peace at the Clofe Committee 58
To the five Members of the Honourable House of
Commons. The humble Petition of the Poets 62