TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE DUKE OF BRIDGEWATER, MDCCXLVIII. Nathaniel Cotton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1137 K093079.004 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. IV. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 206-207. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE DUKE OF BRIDGEWATER , MDCCXLVIII . BY THE SAME . PAtient to hear , and bounteous to bestow ; A mind that melted at another's woe ; Studious to act the self-approving part , That midnight music of the honest heart ; These silent joys th' illustrious youth possest , This cloudless sunshine of th' unsullied breast : From pride of peerage , and from folly free ; Life's early morn fair Virtue gave to thee . The tear no longer stole from Sorrow's eye , And Poverty rejoic'd , when he was nigh ; Like Titus , knew the value of a day , And Want went smiling from his gates away . Titles and rank are borrow'd from the throne : These honours , Egerton , were all thy own .