On The Death Of Mr. Fox

George Gordon Lord Byron

THE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEARED IN THE “MORNING POST.”

“Our Nation’s foes lament on Fox’s death,
But bless the hour, when PITT resign’d his breath:
These feelings wide, let Sense and Truth unclue,
We give the palm, where Justice points its due.”

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