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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of Mr. Fox</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The following iiliberal impromptu appeared in a morning papaer: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death, <br>But bless the hour when PITT resign'd his breath:<br>These feelings wide, let sense and truth unclue,<br>We give the palm where Justice points its due.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To which the author of these pieces sent the following reply :</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh factious viper! whose envenom'd tooth<br>Would mangle still the dead, perverting truth;<br>What though our 'nation's foes' lament the fate<br>With generous' feeling, of the good and great' <br>Shall dastard tongues essay to blast the name<br>Of him whose meed exists in endless fame?<br>When PITT expired in plenitude of power,<br>Though Ilisuccess obscured his dying hour,<br>Pity her dewy wings before him spread,<br>For noble spirits 'war not with the dead:'<br>His friends, in tears, a last sad requiem gave,<br>As all his errors slumber'd in the grave; <br>He sunk, an Atlas bending 'neath the weight<br>Of cares o'erwhelmlng our conflicting state:<br>When, lo! a Hercules in FOX appear'd<br>Who for a time the ruin'd fabric rear'd:<br>He, too, is fall'n, who Britain's loss supplied,<br>With him our fast reviving hopes have died;<br>Not one great people only raise his urn, <br>All Europe's far-extended regions mourn.<br>'These feelings wide, let sense and truth unclue,<br>To give the palm where Justice points its due;'<br>Yet let not canker'd Calumny assail,<br>Or round our statesman wind her gloomy veil.<br>FOX o'er whose corse a mourning world must weep,<br>Whose dear remains in honour'd marble sleep;<br>For whom, at last, e'en hostile nations groan,<br>While friends and foes alike his talents own; <br>FOX shall in Britain's future annals shine, <br>Nor e'en to PITT the patriot's palm resign; <br>Which Envy, wearing Candour's sacred mask,<br>For PITT, and PITT alone, has dared to ask.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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'Our nation's foes lament on Fox's death, 
But bless the hour when PITT resign'd his breath:
These feelings wide, let sense and truth unclue,
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