Death & Dying
To Miss _ of Dublin, on the Death of Her Mother
From Poems by the late George-Monck Berkeley (London, 1797)
EMBOSOM'D in the bloom-bespangled thorn,
The lonely Minstel wakes her strain forlorn,
And to the ear of Night unfolds her tale,
Of ceaseless sorrow, and of widow'd wail:
Thus, bending 'neath a more than common woe,
At Mem'ry's shrine thy tears incessant flow.
Yet why, ah, why, with cheerless gloom o'ercast,
Still ponder o'er th' irrevocable past?
Why, weeping, bend o'er Virtue's hallow'd tomb,
Whence Hope, immortal Hope, dispels the gloom?
To her mild sway thy tortur'd breast resign,
And make, dear maid, her balmy pleasures thine.
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Berkeley, George Monck. “To Miss _ of Dublin, on the Death of Her Mother.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/berkeley_gm/3/.
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Berkeley, George Monck. “To Miss _ of Dublin, on the Death of Her Mother.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/berkeley_gm/3/.
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