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NYEP(D.751.021
20 May 1751:22,31 (213)
AN ELEGY, on the death of his Royal Highness, Frederick
Lewis, Prince of Wales; who departed this life on Wednesday,
March 20, 1751, about eleven at night.
Britain, lament! How great thy cause of woe,
Since death, inevitable, dreadful foe,
Grudging thy happy state has thrown his dart,
And made it pierce thro' ev'ry bleeding heart,
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Yet thou art landed on the blissful shore;
To the calm happy seats of joy and peace,
Where songs of praise, triumphant' never cease:
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