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What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bicr: By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos’d, 51 By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in sable weeds
appear, 55 Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show? What tho' no weeping Loves thy ashes grace, Nor polish'd marble emulate thy face?
60 What tho' no sacred earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb? Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be drest, And the green turf lie lightly
turf lie lightly on thy breaft:
So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name,
74 Poets themselves muft fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue. Ev'n he, whose foul now melts in mourful lays, Shall Ihortly want the gen'rous tear he pays ;
Then from his closing eyes thy form shall part,
O wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage, 5 Commanding tears to stream thro' ev'ry age ; Tyrınts no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept. Our author fhuns by vulgar springs to move The hero's glory, or the virgin's love; In pitying Love, we but our weakness show, And wild Ambition well deserves its woe. Here tears shall flow from a more gen'rous cause, Such Tears a: Patriots ihed for dying Laws: He bids your breasts with ancient ardour rise, 15 And calls forth koman drops from British eyes.
Virtue confess'd in human shape he draws,
Britons, attend: be worth like this approv'd,
VER. 20. But what with pleasure} This alludes to a famous passage of Seneca, which Mr. Addison afterwards used as a motto to his play, when it was printed. Ver.
• 37. Britons, attend] Mr. Pope had written it arise, in the spirit of Poetry and Liberty ; but Mr. Addison frightend at fo daring an expresion, which, he thought, Iquinted at rebellion, would have it alter'd, in the spirit of Prose and Politics, to attend.
Your scene precariously subsists too long
VER. 46. As Cato self, etc.) This alludes to the fa. mous story of his going into the Theatre, and imme. diately coming out again.