MISCBLLANE,OUS .POEMS. AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE KING. ? ', So many great ' lfiustrimu spirits have eonvets'd with *me. Have in her oehod been tnught? us am enough To coMecrate distrain," BZLLs toll for peasants, and we heed them not; But when proclaiming that the nobler die, Rous'd by the grandeur of their lbfty !or, Musing we listen--moralizing, sigh. Such knells have now a dull, familiar sound; Oh ! that which spoke worst woe to Albion's isle, More unaceustom'd flung its murmurs round, Chill'd the warm heart, and stole the g?yest smile. We cannot grieve alike o'er youth and age: Thee, loveliest scion of the royal tree, We moum'd in anguish time could scarce assuage; We wept---and, oh ! not only wept for thee ! ......... ?Google
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