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Who wished not to hear the Toll of a Bell on the Evening of the late Princefs Dowager's Funeral.

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By J. CRADDOCK, ESQ.

ND why not hear the Sound of yonder Bell?
Ah why from ferious Thought for ever fly?

It tolls a fober, awful, folemn Knell,

A wifh'd-for Knell to Immortality. T

Think not a Round of Folly's mad Career
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The Ways fhield thee from Reflection's Pow'r;

The Young, the Fond, the Rich, the Gay, muft fear, Too long regardless of an awful Hour.

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Think not that beauteous Form that now you wear That Glow of Crimson--those inspiring Eyes

Muft linger ever here they all declare

They speak aloud their Kindred to the Skies.

Do not the Hour, the Day, the Month, the Year
All in their Courfe expire? But all renew ;
All Nature fhews, alas! a Prospect drear;
All Nature fhews there's Happiness in View.

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Long toft in Storms, do Mariners repine
When the glad Pilot diftant Land descries?
Ah! fee them eager trace the folid Line,

See their Hopes kindle as the Objects rise!

And fhall my Fair, with brightest Hopes in Store,
Not once look up beyond this barren Clod?
Shall the alone her Deftiny deplore,

Her Anchor Heaven! and her Pilot God?

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NOgilby's dull Strains lay Homer dead;

tried in vain to make him lift his Head;

He rofe to live in Pope's immortal Verfe,
And now lies buried in Mac-fon's Erfe.

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NCE more the Sun his yearly Tour
Hath finish'd fince in plaintive Mood

I ufher'd in my natal Hour,

A Prey to joylefs Solitude;

As then to joylefs Solitude a Prey,

Now Mufe begin a more harmonious Lay.

For lo! She comes: the Queen of Love
Propitious.comes, and by her Side
The Graces mufically move;

Leading with gentle Hand a Bride,
Fairer than e'er infpir'd a Poet's Dreams,
When Fancy with its lov'd Idea teems.

Blind to Events, in vain we pry

Thro' future Life's myfterious Scene;

Oft from the dark and fullen Sky

Breaks forth a Sunshine unforeseen,

As now Bright Hymen's Lamp, with fudden Blaze, Difpell'd the Gloom that hover'd o'er my Days!

Thanks that my once-thought cruel Fate
Check'd the fond Hopes of youthful Rage,

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And, that Defire on Choice might wait,
Referv'd me for maturer Age,

When Truth and Friendship, and Affections pure,
Feed the foft Flame, and lafting Joys affure.

Thanks to the Mufe, that o'er my Birth
Prefiding, gave me to defpife

All the gay-feeming Drofs of Earth,

The Wealth, the Pomp that others prize;
Thefe let Ambition feek; inftead of these
Grant a kind Confort, and domestic Ease.

'Twas thus I pray'd, nor vain my Pray'r;
Heaven, all-indulgent, hath beftow'd
A Confort kind, domeftic Fair,

Wife, faithful, amiable and good,
With every Virtue, every Grace fupply'd,
And, to adorn my Station,. Wealth befide,

Hence Era of my Days proceed,
The paft was all a Void forlorn:
'Tis from this Date I live indeed
To Hymeneal Solace born:

Unwedded Hours the fame dull Circle run,
Life without Love is Earth without a Sun.

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A PROPOSAL humbly addreffed to the Confideration of the Knights, Efquires, Gentlemen, and other worshipful and weighty Members of the folid and ancient

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AM glad to find you meddle with the dirty Work of your Brother Journalists. To be inoffenfive is a puritanical Spirit, and will never fucceed in a free-thinking Age. What is Gold itself fays the Philofopher), but Dirt? It is dug out of dirty Mines," and, as a Proof it retains its Nature, we come at it eafieft through dirty Means. Be affured, a Scaven ger of Wit is a more gainful Occupation than that of a delicate, moral Writer.

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By this I mean to let you fee my Ability, and to proffer my Service. You must know when my Mo sail boaool ad i 193112

Richard Savage was the Author of this Pamphlets, which was? published about the Year 1730. It is much commended by Dr. Samuel Jobnfon in his Life of that Gentleman.

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