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Elegy
On the Death of
“The Guardian Outwitted.” 1764.[1]
The shrill bell rings the knell of “Curtain rise”
From the thrum’d string the scraping herd to warn
Behind the scenes the plodding snuffer hies
And leaves the stage to operas and to Arne.
Now strike the glimmering lamps upon the sight
And all the house a solemn stillness holds,