TO MIRANDA, ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER-IN-LAW THE EARL OF L

TO MIRANDA, ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER-IN-LAW THE EARL OF L—. George Monck Berkeley 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. T142950 K111746.000 Berkeley, George Monck, 1763-1793. Poems: by the late George-Monck Berkeley, Esq. ... With a preface by the editor, consisting of some anecdotes of Mr. Monck Berkeley and several of his friends. London printed by J. Nichols; and sold by Messrs. Leigh and Sotheby; Mr. Edwards; Mr. Cooke, Oxford; Mr. Todd, York; Messrs. Simmons and Co.; Messrs. Flackton, Marrable, and Claris; and Mr. Bristow, Canterbury 1797 pp. 37-38. viii,DCXXXII,212p.,plate: port.; 4⁰.

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TO MIRANDA , ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER-IN-LAW THE EARL OF L— . WHILST , sacred now to secret woe , Thy frequent tears , Miranda , flow , The pensive Muse resumes the strain , And fondly tries to soothe thy pain . Where'er our wand'ring footsteps stray , If Fate , or Chance , direct the way ; If Hope dilate the heart of youth , Or Age pursue the hermit Truth ; Each passing hour this moral shews , Who prays for Life , but covets woes ; Yet still from Death we froward turn , And , frighted , view the peaceful Urn ; O'er Friendship's grave desponding weep , And mourn for those who only sleep ; Whilst , brib'd alone by grief and pain , To this vile spot that Hope we chain ; Which Heav'n ordain'd on cherub wing to soar : A pledge of joy when Time shall be no more .