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PG-P.763.059
17 Nov 1763:11 (1821)
To the memory of Mr JOHN BINGHAM, late student in the
College of Philadelphia.
Death's iron Jav'lins thro' the Globe are hurl'd,
And fill withe dire amaze, our guilty world;
Nor blooming vigor, fortune, sex nor age,
Can stop the fury of his tyrant rage.
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Farewel ye murm'ring brooks, and shady bow'rs,
Ye verdant meads, and all ye od'rous flow'rs;
Ye sprightly birds, musicians of the air,
Ye are no longer objects of my care.
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