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POEMS

Upon the Death of O. C.

We must resign; Heav'n his great Soul does claimIn Storms as loud as his Immortal Fame:His dying Groans, his last breath shakes our Isle;And Trees uncut fall for his Funeral Pile.About his Palace their broad Roots are tostInto the Air: So Romulus was lost.New Rome in such a Tempest mist her King;And from obeying, fell to Worshipping.On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead,With ruin'd Oaks and Pines about him spread.Those his last Fury from the Mountain rent:Our dying Hero from the Continent,Ravish'd whole Towns; and Forts from Spaniards reft,As his last Legacy to Britain left.

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