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RNYG.781.127
11 Jul 1781:21,22,21,31,32 (499)
MONODY ON MAJOR ANDRE. by Miss Seward.
Loud howls the storm! the vex'd Atlantic roars!
Thy genius, Britain, wanders on its shores!
Hears cried of horror wafted from afar,
And groans of anguish, mid the shrieks of war!
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[fn] All his gifts. --Mr. Andre had conspicuous talents for
poetry, music, and painting. The news papers mention'd a
satiric poem of his upon the Americans, which was supposed
to have stimulated their barbarity towards him. . .
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Honora lost! my happy rival's bride!
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Voluptuous London! where thy turrets blaze,
Their hundred thrones the frolic pleasure raise;
Bid proud expence Sabean odours bring,
Nor ask her roses of the tardy spring;
Where music floats the glitt'ring roofs among,
And with meand'ring cadence swells the song;
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Where sun-clad poetry the strain inspires,
And foils the Grecian harps, the Latian lyres.
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My + tuneful Anna to her lute complains,
But griefs fond throbs arrest the parting strains.
[footnote to this line:] Tuneful Anna. Miss Anna Andre has
a poetical talent.
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My gentle mother! in whose melting voice
The virtuous precept, that perpetual flow'd,
With music warbled, and with beauty glow'd,
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+ Intrepid Portia. --
Brutus] Impatient of my absence,
And griev'd that young Octavius with Mark Anthony
Had made themselves so strong, she grew distracted,
And, her attendants absent, swallow'd fire.
Cassius.] And died do?
Brutus,] Even so!
See Shakespear's play of Julius Caesar, act iv, scene iv.
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