- If I Should Die
If I should die and leave you
Be not like the others, quick undone
Who keep long vigils by the silent
dust and weep.
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- The Fatal Sisters
Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darkened air.
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- Ode On The Death Of A Favourite Cat Drowned In A Tub Of Goldfishes
'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dy'd
The azure flow'rs that blow;
Demurest of the tabby kind,
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- On The Death Of Richard West
1 In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
2 And reddening PhÅ?bus lifts his golden fire;
3 The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
4 Or cheerful fields resume their green attire;
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- Epitaph On A Child
Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies
A child, the darling of his parents' eyes:
A gentler lamb n'er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again:
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