A POEM TO THE MEMORY OF OUR LATE LAMENTED QUEEN CAROLINE OF ENGLAND
By: JAMES PARKERSON
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As a Briton, this tribute I pay to my Queen,
Who late fell a martyr to malice and spleen;
To add to her sorrows in this fleeting life,
Misfortune had made her a young widow’d wife.
England saw Brunswick’s daughter surrounded by foes;
And, therefore determin’d their arts to oppose.
Corruption those minions so much can increase,
As to play with our feelings and injure our peace.
The vilest of reptiles oft jewels display
Who late fell a martyr to malice and spleen;
To add to her sorrows in this fleeting life,
Misfortune had made her a young widow’d wife.
England saw Brunswick’s daughter surrounded by foes;
And, therefore determin’d their arts to oppose.
Corruption those minions so much can increase,
As to play with our feelings and injure our peace.
The vilest of reptiles oft jewels display
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