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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115033" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy on the death of Gen. Montgomery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Melpomene, now strike a mournful string,<br>Montgomery's fate assisting me to sing!<br>Thou saw him fall upon the hostile plain<br>Yet ting'd with blood that gush'd from Moncalm's veins,<br>Where gallant Wolfe for conquest gave his breath,<br>Where num'rous heroes met the angel Death.<br>Ah! while the loud reiterated roar<br>Of cannon echoed on from shore to shore,<br>Benigner Peace, retiring to the shade,<br>Had gather'd laurel to adorn his head:<br>The laurel yet shall grace his bust; but, oh!<br>America must wear sad cypress now.<br>Dauntless he led her armies to the war,<br>Invulnerable was his soul to fear:<br>When they explor'd their way o'er trackless snows,<br>Where Life's warm tide thro' every channel froze,<br>His eloquence made the chill'd bosom glow,<br>And animated them to meet the foe;<br>Now flam'd this bright conspicuous grace alone,<br>The softer virtues in his bosom shone;<br>It bled with every soldier's recent wound;<br>He rais'd the fallen vet'ran from the ground;<br>He wip'd the eye of grief, it ceas'd to flow;<br>His heart vibrated to each sound of woe:<br>His heart too good his country to betray<br>For splendid posts or mercenary pay,<br>Too great to see a virtuous land opprest,<br>Nor strive to have her injuries redress'd.<br>Oh had but Carleton suffer'd in his stead!<br>Had half idolitrous Canadia bled!<br>'Tis not for him but for ourselves we grieve,<br>Like him to die is better than to live;<br>His urn by a whole nation's tears bedew'd,<br>His mem'ry blest by all the great and good:<br>O'er his pale coarse the marble soon shall rise,<br>And the tall column shoot into the skies;<br>There long his praise by freemen shall be read,<br>As softly o'er the hero's dust they tread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">Ann Eliza Bleecker</a> from <i>The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115033" data-title="Elegy on the death of Gen. Montgomery de Ann Eliza Bleecker" data-description="Melpomene, now strike a mournful string,/Montgomery's fate assisting me to sing!/Thou saw him fall upon the hostile plain/Yet ting'd with blood that gush'd from Moncalm's veins,/Where gallant Wolfe for conquest gave his breath,/Where num'rous hero..."></div> </div> </div>
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