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Poem May 12, 1738

The Virginia Gazette

Richmond, Williamsburg, Richmond County, Virginia

What is this article about?

Epitaph commemorating Queen Caroline of Great Britain, praising her wisdom, patronage of merit, religious simplicity, moral virtue, and public beneficence, while lamenting her death as a universal loss confirmed by the nation's grief.

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An EPITAPH on her late MAJESTY.

Here lie the Remains of CAROLINE,
Queen Consort of Great-Britain,
Whose Virtues
Her Friends when living knew and enjoy'd;
Now dead, Her Foes confess and admire.
Her Ambition aspir'd to Wisdom;
And attained it :
To Knowledge,
And it fill'd her Mind.
Patroness of the Wise,
And Friend of the Good:
She look'd, and modest Merit rais'd it's Head!
She smil'd; and weeping Woe grew glad.
Religion, plain and simple
Dignify'd her Mind,
Despising Show and useless Pageantry,
Morals clear and refin'd
Dwelt in her Heart,
And guided all her Actions.
Virtue she lov'd, beneath Her Smiles it flourish'd;
She frown'd on Vice, and it was put to shame.
In fine,
Her Life was a Publick Blessing,
Her Death is an universal Loss.
O Reader! if thou doubtest of these Things;
Ask the Cries of the Fatherless, they shall tell
the;
And the Tears of the Widow shall confirm
their Truth:
The Sons of Wisdom, Shall testify of Her,
And the Daughters of Virtue bear Her
Witness :
The Voice of the Nation shall applaud Her,
And the Heart of the King shall sigh Her
Praise.

What sub-type of article is it?

Epitaph Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Moral Virtue Religious Faith

What keywords are associated?

Epitaph Queen Caroline Royal Virtues Mourning Loss Moral Excellence National Grief

Poem Details

Title

An Epitaph On Her Late Majesty.

Subject

On The Death Of Queen Caroline, Consort Of Great Britain

Key Lines

Here Lie The Remains Of Caroline, Queen Consort Of Great Britain, Whose Virtues Her Friends When Living Knew And Enjoy'd; Now Dead, Her Foes Confess And Admire. Her Life Was A Publick Blessing, Her Death Is An Universal Loss. O Reader! If Thou Doubtest Of These Things; Ask The Cries Of The Fatherless, They Shall Tell The; And The Tears Of The Widow Shall Confirm Their Truth:

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