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12. Though long and mournful must it be,

The thought that we no more may meet; Yet I deserve the stern decree,

And almost deem the sentence sweet.

13.

Still, had I loved thee less, my heart

Had then less sacrificed to thine ; It felt not half so much to part,

As if its guilt had made thee mine.

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INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL.

1.

Start not—nor deem my spirit fled:

In me behold the only skull, From which, unlike a living head,

Whatever flows is never dul).

2.

I lived, I loved, I quaffod, like thee ;

I died; let earth my bones resign: Fill up—thou canst not injure me;

The worm hath fouler lips than thine.

3. Better to hold the sparkling grape,

Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood; And circle in the goblet's shape

The drink of Gods, than reptile's food.

4.

Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone,

In aid of others' let me shine;
And when, alas! our brains are gone,

What nobler substitute than wine!

5.

Quaff while thou canst-another race,

When thou and thine like me are sped, May rescue thee from earth's embrace,

And rhyme and revel with the dead.

6.

Why not ? since through life's little day

Our heads such sad effects produce; Redeem'd from worms and wasting clay, This chance is theirs, to be of use.

Newstead Abbey, 1808. ON THE DEATH OF SIR PETER PARKER,

BART.

1.

THERE is a tear for all that die,

A mourner o'er the humblest grave;
But nations swell the funeral cry,

And Triumph weeps above the brave.

2.

For them is Sorrow's purest sigh

O'er Ocean's heaving bosom sent:
In vain their bones unburied lie,

All earth becomes their monument !

3.

A tomb is theirs on every page,

An epitaph on every tongue.
The present hours, the future age,

For them bewail, to them belong.

4.

For them the voice of festal mirth

Grows hush'd, their name the only sound; While deep Remembrance pours to Worth

The goblet's tributary round.

5.

A theme to crowds that knew them not,

Lamented by admiring foes,
Who would not share their glorious lot ?

Who would not die the death they chose ?

6. And, gallant Parker! thus enshrined

Thy life, thy fall, thy fame shall be ; And early valour, glowing, find

A model in thy memory.

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But there are breasts that bleed with thee

In woe, that glory cannot quell; And shuddering hear of victory,

Where one so dear, so dauntless, fell.,

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