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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy on the Death of Lady Middleton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale, <br>Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; <br>In awful sounds repeats a mournful tale, <br>And claims the tribute of a tender tear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dreadful hour is past ! the mandate giv'n! <br>The gentle MIDDLETON shall breathe no more, <br>Yet who shall blame the wise decrees of Heaven, <br>Or the dark mysteries of Fate explore? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No more her converse shall delight the heart; <br>No more her smile benign spread pleasure round; <br>No more her liberal bosom shall impart <br>The balm of pity to Affliction's wound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her soul above the pride of noble birth, <br>Above the praises of an empty name, <br>By graceful MEEKNESS mark'd superior worth, <br>By peerless VIRTUES claim'd the fairest fame, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor did those Virtues flaunt their innate rays, <br>To court applause, or charm the vulgar throng, <br>No ostentatious glare illum'd her days, <br>No idle boast escap'd her tuneful tongue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When FAME, ambitious to record her praise, <br>On glitt'ring pinions spread her name afar, <br>Her gentle nature shunn'd the dazzling blaze, <br>Mild as the lustre of the morning star! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">DIVINE BENEVOLENCE around her shone! <br>The chastest manners spoke her spotless mind; <br>That Pow'r who gave now claims her for his own, <br>Pure as the cherub she has left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As round her couch the winged darts of death <br>Reluctant flew from Fate's unerring bow, <br>Immortal angels claim'd her quivering breath, <br>And snatch'd her spirit from a world of woe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calm resignation smil'd upon her cheek, <br>And HOPE'S refulgent beam illum'd her eye; <br>While FAITH, celestial VIRTUE'S handmaid meek, <br>On wings of seraphs bore her to the sky. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye poor, who from her gen'rous bounty fed; <br>Oh! to HER mem'ry give the fame that's due; <br>For oft, from pleasure's blithe meanders led, <br>Her pensive bosom felt a pang for YOU. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, cease to mourn a sainted Spirit gone <br>To seek its resting place, beyond the skies; <br>Where 'midst the glories of TH' ETERNAL's throne, <br>She tastes celestial bliss THAT NEVER DIES!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q>
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Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear; 
In awful sounds repeats a mournful tale, 
And claims the tribute of a tender tear. 

The dreadful hour is past ! the mandate giv'n! 
The gentle MIDDLETON s..."></div>
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