Note 555 — ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY.
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Dryden, Æneis, ix. 647, where the mother of Euryalus laments her son, whose body remains with the enemy:
Nor was I near to close his dying eyes, To wash his wounds, to weep his obsequies.—Wakefield.
The cruelties of the lady's relations, the desolation of the family, the being deprived of the rights of sepulture, the circumstance of dying in a country remote from her relations, are all touched with great tenderness and pathos, particularly the four lines from the 51st, "By foreign hands," &c.—Warton.