Poem by George Canning

The Traitor's Epitah

May this dreary abode be for ever unknown,
For ever, by virtue, by Pity, untrod;
Unbreathed be his name, and unhonor'd his stone;
The foe of his country, his monarch, his God. 

1. On the Death of His Eldest Son
2. Parody
3. All the Talents
4. The Pilgrimage to Mecca
5. Blue and Buff

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