On the Death of a Lady's Owl. Moses Mendez 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. T131163 K104099.004 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. IV. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 151-152. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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On the Death of a Lady's Owl . By the Same . THE Owl expires ! death gave the dreadful word , And lovely Anna weeps her fav'rite bird . Ye feather'd choir in willing throngs repair , And sooth the sorrows of the melting fair ; In sounds of woe the dear-departed greet , With cypress strew , ye doves , the green retreat ; The fateful raven tolls the passing bell , The solemn dirge be sung by Philomel ; Sir Chanticlear , a chief of hardy race , Shall guard from kites and daws the sacred place . With your just tears a bard shall mix his own , And thus , in artless verse , inscribe the stone . EPITAPH . INTERR'D within this little space The bird of wisdom lies ; Learn hence , how vain is ev'ry grace , How fruitless to be wise . Can mortal stop the arm of Death Who ne'er compassion knew ? He Adonis . Venus' lover robb'd of breath , He , Anna's darling slew . Ah happy bird , to raise those sighs Which man could ne'er obtain ! Ah happy bird , to cloud those eyes That fir'd each kneeling swain ! Thrice bless'd thy life , her joy , her bliss , Thrice bless'd thy happy doom ; She gave thee many a melting kiss , She wept upon thy tomb .