Her neck is bared—the blow is struck—the soul has pass'd away;
The bright—the beautiful—is now a bleeding piece of clay!—
A solemn text! Go, think of it, in silence and alone,
Then weigh against a grain of sand the glories of a throne!

— Henry Glassford Bell Summer and Winter Hours (1831)

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The blood of beauty, wealth, and power—the heart-blood of a queen, The noblest of the Stuart race—the fairest earth has seen,— Lapped by a dog! Go think of it, in silence and alone, Then weigh against a grain of sand the glories of a throne!

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, in The Literary Souvenir (1829), p. 119

Her neck is bared—the blow is struck—the soul has pass'd away;
The bright—the beautiful—is now a bleeding piece of clay!—
A solemn text! Go, think of it, in silence and alone,
Then weigh against a grain of sand the glories of a throne!

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Her neck is bared—the blow is struck—the soul has pass'd away;The bright—the beautiful—is now a bleeding piece of clay!—A solemn text! Go, think of it, in silence and alone,Then weigh against a grain of sand the glories of a throne!

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Her neck is bared—the blow is struck—the soul has pass'd away;
The bright—the beautiful—is now a bleeding piece of clay!—
A solemn text! Go, think of it, in silence and alone,
Then weigh against a grain of sand the glories of a throne!