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Hark! 'twas the knell of death, --what spirit
 
Hark! 'twas the knell of death, --what spirit
 
fled,
 
fled,
And [[unclear]] the shackles man is doom'd to bear?
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And burst the shackles man is doom'd to bear?
 
Can it be true,? & midst the senseless dead,
 
Can it be true,? & midst the senseless dead,
must [[underline]] sorrowing thousands, [[/underline]] count the loss of Hare.
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must sorrowing thousands, count the loss of Hare.
 
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Shall not his genius, Life's short date prolong
 
Shall not his genius, Life's short date prolong
 
(Pure as the Ether of its kindred shy)
 
(Pure as the Ether of its kindred shy)
 
Shall wit Enchant no longer from his tongue
 
Shall wit Enchant no longer from his tongue
Or beam in [[underline]] in vivid flashes [[/underline]] from his Eye?
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Or beam in vivid flashes from his Eye?
 
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Oh no that mind for Ev'ry purpose fit
 
Oh no that mind for Ev'ry purpose fit
 
Has met alas! the universal doom;
 
Has met alas! the universal doom;
 
Unrivall'd fancy, judgment, sense, & wit,
 
Unrivall'd fancy, judgment, sense, & wit,
Were his, [[underline]] --& only left [[/underline]] him at the tomb.--
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Were his, - & only left him at the tomb.--
  
 
Rest spirit, --rest--, for gentle was thy course
 
Rest spirit, --rest--, for gentle was thy course
 
Thy rays, like temper'd Suns, no venom know
 
Thy rays, like temper'd Suns, no venom know

Revision as of 12:17, 12 February 2022

On the death of Mr Hare by the Dss of devonshire

Hark! 'twas the knell of death, --what spirit fled, And burst the shackles man is doom'd to bear? Can it be true,? & midst the senseless dead, must sorrowing thousands, count the loss of Hare. .... Shall not his genius, Life's short date prolong (Pure as the Ether of its kindred shy) Shall wit Enchant no longer from his tongue Or beam in vivid flashes from his Eye? .... Oh no that mind for Ev'ry purpose fit Has met alas! the universal doom; Unrivall'd fancy, judgment, sense, & wit, Were his, - & only left him at the tomb.--

Rest spirit, --rest--, for gentle was thy course Thy rays, like temper'd Suns, no venom know