POEMS.
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"I curse ye, Snakes!—Alike of Foe and Friend
May doubt and dread your cankering souls devour;
May civil broils your kingdom's bosom rend,
And foreign wars destroy your Nation's flower:
May doubt and dread your cankering souls devour;
May civil broils your kingdom's bosom rend,
And foreign wars destroy your Nation's flower:
"On earth be wretched, and of heaven despair!
Changed be your good to ill, your bad to worse!
And ne'er may child of your's survive to wear
That crown, you purchased with your Father's curse[1]!"—
Changed be your good to ill, your bad to worse!
And ne'er may child of your's survive to wear
That crown, you purchased with your Father's curse[1]!"—
He said!—Heaven heard the prayer of regal woe!
Lo! Mary's hand a barren sceptre waves;
While Anne but teems, "how Mother's love" to know,
See her sweet Blossoms fall, and languish o'er their graves[2].
Lo! Mary's hand a barren sceptre waves;
While Anne but teems, "how Mother's love" to know,
See her sweet Blossoms fall, and languish o'er their graves[2].
- ↑ James the IId. sent Q. Mary word, that if she suffered herself to be crowned, he should leave her his dying curse.—v. Dalrymple's Memoirs.
- ↑ "The Queen attributes the loss of her children to the dethroning of her father; having been very sensibly touched by an affecting letter which he wrote to her before his death."—Schutz's Letter to Bothmar, Sept. 29, 1713.
