Marmion . portion in this honored grave,And neer held marble in its trustOf two such wondrous men the dust. >- With more than mortal powers endowed,How high they soared above the crowd !Theirs was no common party race,Jostling by dark intrigue for place;Like faliled Gods, their mighty warShook realms and nations in its jar;Beneath each Ijanner proud to stand,Looked up the noblest of the land.Till through the British world were knownThe names of Pitt and Fox alone.Spells of such force no wizard graveEer framed in dark Thessalian cave,Though his could drain the ocean dry,And force the planets
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Marmion . portion in this honored grave, And neer held marble in its trustOf two such wondrous men the dust. >- With more than mortal powers endowed, How high they soared above the crowd !Theirs was no common party race, Jostling by dark intrigue for place;Like faliled Gods, their mighty warShook realms and nations in its jar;Beneath each Ijanner proud to stand, Looked up the noblest of the land.Till through the British world were knownThe names of Pitt and Fox alone.Spells of such force no wizard graveEer framed in dark Thessalian cave, Though his could drain the ocean dry, And force the planets from the sky.These spells are spent, and, spent with these, The wine of life is on the lees, Genius and taste, and talent gone, Forever tombed beneath the stone, Where — taming thought to human pride ! —The mighty chiefs sleep side by side.Drop upon Foxs grave the tear, T will trickle to his rivals bier;Oer Pitts the mournful requiem sound, And Foxs shall the notes rebound.The solemn echo seems to crv, —.