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PG-P.756.084
15 Jul 1756:31,32 (1438)
To the memory of the above [William Wilcocks], by a fellow
student.
Draw near ye youths in whom soft sorrows dwell,
Whose streaming eyes your heart-felt anguish tell;
Come seek with me the tomb where Pollio lies;
Tears aiding tears, and sighs encreasing sighs!
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On the same, by another hand.
Now hostile fury every breast inspires,
Fell war arouzes, and her ardour fires;
Now Gaul perfidious threats our circling coasts,
And wastes our borders with her swarthy hosts;
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