<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On reading Dryden's Virgil</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now cease these tears, lay gentle Vigil by,<br>Let recent sorrows dim the pausing eye:<br>Shall Æneas for lost Creusa mourn,<br>And tears be wanting on Abella's urn?<br>Like him I lost my fair one in my flight<br>From cruel foes---and in the dead of night.<br>Shall he lament the fall of Illion's tow'rs,<br>And we not mourn the sudden ruin of our's?<br>See York on fire---while borne by winds each flame<br>Projects its glowing sheet o'er half the main:<br>Th' affrighted savage, yelling with amaze,<br>From Allegany sees the rolling blaze.<br>Far from these scenes of horror, in the shade<br>I saw my aged parent safe convey'd;<br>Then sadly follow'd to the friendly land,<br>With my surviving infant by the hand.<br>No cumb'rous houshold gods had I indeed<br>To load my shoulders, and my flight impede;<br>The hero's idols sav'd by him remain;<br>My gods took care of me---not I of them!<br>The Trojan saw Anchises breathe his last,<br>When all domestic dangers he had pass'd:<br>So my lov'd parent, after she had fled,<br>Lamented, perish'd on a stranger's bed.<br>---He held his way o'er the Cerulian Main,<br>But I return'd to hostile fields again.</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=115036" data-title="On reading Dryden's Virgil de Ann Eliza Bleecker" data-description="Now cease these tears, lay gentle Vigil by,/Let recent sorrows dim the pausing eye:/Shall Æneas for lost Creusa mourn,/And tears be wanting on Abella's urn?/Like him I lost my fair one in my flight/From cruel foes---and in the dead of night./Shal..."></div> </div> </div>

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