— Transformed by grief to marble, and appearedHer own pale monument; but when she breathedThe secret anguish of her wounded soul,So moving were the plaints! they would have soothedThe stooping falcon to suspend his flight,And spare his morning prey.- Elijah Fenton
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“A while she stood” — Transformed by grief to marble, and appearedHer own pale monument; but when she breathedThe secret anguish of her wounded soul,So moving were the plaints! they would have soothedThe stooping falcon to suspend his flight,And spare his morning prey.– Elijah Fenton