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Verses on a Bust of Wm late Earl of Chatham

Her trophies faded, and revers'd her spear See England's genius bend o'er Chathams Bier No more her sails, in ev'ry clime unfurl'd Proclaim his dictates to the Admiring world. No more shall accents nervous, bold & strong Flow in full periods from his patriot tongue Yet shall th' Historic and poetic page Thy name, great shade, proclaim from age to age: Thine and Thy Country's fate congenial tell. By thee she conquer'd and with thee she fell.