Hector Macneill (Гектор Макнейл)

Epitaph. Sacred to the Memory of James Graham, Esq.

Accept, lov'd shade! of him whose breathless clay
No sigh returns to aught that grief can say;
Accept, lov'd shade! this monument of woe:
The last sad gift thy friend can now bestow!--
For him, alas! 'tis left raise the tomb;
Steal from the crowd of court sepulchral gloom;
Clasp to his heart thy cold untimely urn,
And weep thy virtues -- never to return!
Nor can the muse (that muse thou lov'dst to hear)
Repress the sigh, or check the starting tear;
From Britain's shore; across the Atlantic wave,
She comes, to vent her sorrows at thy grave;
With trembling hand inscribe thy funeral stone,
And with a brother's woes record her own.

1. O Johnie! Can You Pity Ony
2. To Miss Jean and Miss Isabella Monro, with Two Bottles of the Otta of Roses
3. On the Death of David Doig, LL. D. Master of the Grammar School, Stirling
4. Mary of Castle-Cary
5. Donald and Flora

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