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PG-P.741.002
12 Feb 1741:22,31,32 (635)
AN ELEGY
on the much lamented death of many thousand excellent
patriots, and supporters of their country, in the Kingdom of
Ireland; who were confined, and starved with cold and
hunger. . . [3 lines]
Dublin, Jan. 18.
If ever grief was great without disguise,
If tears sincere e'er flow'd from mourner's eyes,
Now is the time--! now tyrant-sorrow, reign,
And from our eyes the briny ocean drain!
. . . [2 lines]
Grave was thy harp before, and half unstrung,
Slow mov'd the finger, plaintive was the tongue:
. . . [2 columns, bewailing loss of potato crop.]
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