“Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved till life can charm no more,
And mourn'd till Pity’s self be dead.”

— William Collins

Source: Dirge (1744), line 21.

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English poet, born 1721 1721–1759

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