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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419817" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epitaph on Sir Palmes Fairborne's Tomb in Westminster Abbey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye sacred relics, which your marble keep, <br>Here, undisturbed by wars, in quiet sleep; <br>Discharge the trust, which, when it was below, <br>Fairborne's undaunted soul did undergo, <br>And be the town's palladium from the foe. <br>Alive and dead these walls he will defend: <br>Great actions great examples must attend. <br>The Candian siege his early valour knew, <br>Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue. <br>From thence returning with deserved applause, <br>Against the Moors his well-fleshed sword he draws; <br>The same the courage, and the same the cause. <br>His youth and age, his life and death, combine, <br>As in some great and regular design, <br>All of a piece throughout, and all divine. <br>Still nearer heaven his virtues shone more bright, <br>Like rising flames expanding in their height; <br>The martyr's glory crowned the soldier's fight. <br>More bravely British general never fell, <br>Nor general's death was e'er revenged so well; <br>Which his pleased eyes beheld before their close, <br>Followed by thousand victims of his foes. <br>To his lamented loss, for time to come, <br>His pious widow consecrates this tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Dryden">John Dryden</a><div class=q>
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Here, undisturbed by wars, in quiet sleep; 
Discharge the trust, which, when it was below, 
Fairborne's undaunted soul did undergo, 
And be the town's palladium from the foe. 
Alive and dead these walls h..."></div>
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