...censure, if it should be ascribed to imitation, copying indiscreetly what has been said by others : What though no weeping loves thy ashes grace, Nor polish'd marble emulate thy face 1 What though no sacred earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb f Yet shall...

...in black. Pope, you know, has such a good cut at that sort ol thing. Do you recollect the lines ? ' And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.' " Lady Castlefort took Miss Stanley aside, after the dance was over, to whisper to her so good-naturedly,...

...By strangers honor'd, and by strangers mourn'd ! What though no friends in sable weeds appear ; 55 Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of wo To midnight dances and the public show? What though no weeping Loves thy ashes grace, Nor polish'd...

...composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd and by strangers mourn'd ! What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for...sacred earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter' d o'er thy tomb ? Yet shall thy grave with rising flowers be dress'd, And the green turf lie...

...humhle grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd and hy strangers motam'd ! What though no friends in sahle weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And hear ahout the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the puhlic show ? What though no weeping loves...

...By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn 'd ! What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for...sacred earth allow thee room, Nor hallow'd dirge be muttered o'er thy tomb ? Yet shall thy grave with rising flowers be dress'd, And the green turf lie...

...By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour' d, and by strangers mourn'd ! What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for...sacred earth allow thee room. Nor hallow'd dirge be muttered o'er thy tomb ? Yet shall thy grave with rising flowers be dress'd, And the green turf lie...

...composed. By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured and by strangers mourned ! What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for...What though no weeping loves thy ashes grace, Nor polished marble emulate thy face ? What though no sacred earth allow thee room, Nor hallowed dirge...

...compos'd. By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd and by strangers mourn'd ! What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for...mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show 1 What though no weeping loves thy ashes grace, Nor polish'd marble emulate thy face? What though no...

...compos'd. By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd and by strangers mourn'd! What though no friends in sable weeds appear. Grieve for...mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show 1 What though no weeping loves thy ashes grace, Nor polish'd marble emulate thy face"? What though...