AN ELEGY, On the much lamented Death of NORTON POWLETT Esq; Who departed this life at Petersfield June the 4th 1741. Mary Collier 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. T125590 Collier, Mary, c.1690-c.1762. Poems, on Several Occasions, by Mary Collier, Author of the Washerwoman's Labour, with some remarks on Her Life. Winchester Printed by Mary Ayres; for the Author. MDCCLXII. 1762 pp. []-53. 68p.

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AN ELEGY , On the much lamented Death of NORTON POWLETT Esq ; Who departed this life at Petersfield June the 4th 1741. From Scenes of Woe and dismal Shades of grief , The pensive Muse at length attempts relief ; From Sorrow's boundless Abyss wou'd arise To follow noble Powlett to the Skies , Did not the cry of those he left behind , To mournful Accents her Sad thoughts confine ; To all both rich and Poor his worth was known , Whose heavy hearts the Publick loss bemoan , And cry , the good , the Generous Powlett's gone ! Who while he liv'd employ'd his bounteous Store To Serve his Country and relieve the Poor : His noble Soul design'd for liberty , Scorn'd with time Serving Wretches to comply ; He thirty Years together bravely Stood Supporting justice and his Country's good . This glorious truth let Petersfield proclaim , When he to be elected Burgess came , But nobly lost what others got with Shame : In great designs his useful life did end ; While here we mourn the Patriot and the Friend ; Whose liberal hand Supply'd the Poor with bread , Widows and Orphans on his bounty fed . No Funeral Pompt he needs his Fame to raise , Nor mourning Elegy to speak his praise ; Nor lofty Monument nor flattering Art , His Memory lives in every honest heart , Altho' his body in the Tomb must lie , Yet Powlett's honour'd Name shall never die , But live with Fame to late Posterity : While men of Virtue here his Death deplore , His Soul's triumphing on the Heav'nly Shore , Where radient Seraphims their voices Strain , To Celebrate with joy his glorious reign ; Where he , in Consort , shall for ever Sing , Loud Hallelujahs to their Heavenly King ; Forever fix'd in blisful realms of light , Beyond the reach of Perjur'd Villains Spight : Then let us cease our tears and bravely try Once more to gain our Ancient liberty ; Rememb'ring Still that Noble Powlett's Strife To save our freedom ended with his life .