And each distress, distinctly mourn’d, demands
Of grief still more, as heighten’d by the whole.
A grief like this proprietors excludes:
Not friends alone such obsequies deplore; 250
They make mankind the mourner; carry sighs
Far as the fatal fame can wing her way;
And turn the gayest thought of gayest age, 253
Down their right channel, through the vale of death.
The vale of death! that hush’d Cimmerian vale,
Where darkness, brooding o’er unfinish’d fates