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Poetry.
STANZAS . . BY MBS . ROBINSON . S INCE Fortune ' s smiles alone can give Respect to fools , to knaves renown ; Let Reason bid me calmly live , And Fortune mark me with her frown . For who would buy the wretched stale conscious vice dulness knows ?
Which or Or who be vainly , meanly great , With pow ' r that from oppression grows ? While Nature , with a partial hand , Her darling children beckons forth ; While fools and knaves usurp command , And Fortune flies from modest worth . Then give , O Fortune ! all thy store To insects of a sunny day ; While I the paths of Truth explore , And smile the darkest hours away .
ODE . BY DB . SEWEI . L . * - WHY , Damon , with the forward day , Dost thou thy little spot survey , From tree to tree , with doubtful cheer , Pursue the progress of the year ;
What winds arise , what rains descend : When thou before ( hat year shalt end ? What do thy noon-tide walks avail . To clear the leaf , and pickthe snail ; Then wantonly to death decree An insect of more usethan thee ? Thou and the worm are brother kind , As low , as earthly , and as blind t
Vain wretch ! canst thou expect lo see The downy peach make court to thee ? Or that thy sense shall ever meet The bean-flow ' r ' s deep-embosom'd sweet , Exhaling with the ev'ning blast ? Thy ev ' nings then will all be past . Thy narrow pride , thy fancied green , O Vanity , in little seen ! All must be left when Death appears , In spite of wishes , groans , and tears : Nor one—of all thy plants that grow , Save Rosemary , with thee will go !
* Dr . Sewell , the writer of the tragedy of Sir Walter Raleigh , ' howeverhe failed in that piece , gave frequent instances of the pathetic in some of his works ; but in none more than the Verses written at Hampstead a few weeks before his death—The Doctor , aware ofhis certain dissolution , lost not his poetic spirit ; as the above striking instance will illustrate .
ODE . TW 1 MITATIOK OF HOHACE . WHITHER , 0 Bacchus , in thy train , Dost thou transport thy vot'ry ' s brain
With sudden inspiration ? Where dost thou bid me quaff my wine , And toast new measures to combine The Great and Little Nation ? Say , in what tavern I shall raise My nightly voice in Charley ' s praise , And ' dream of fulure glories , When F—x , with salutary sway ,
( Terror tlie order of the day ) Shall reign o ' er K—ng and Tories ? My mightv feelings must have way ! A toast I'll give—a thing I'll say , As yet unsaid bv anv , ' Our Sov ' reign Lord ' ! ' let those who doubt Mv honest meaning , hear me out' His Majesty—The Many !'
Plain Folks may be surpriz'd , and stare , As much surpriz'd- —as B—b Ad—r At Russia ' s wooden houses ; And Russian snows , that lie so thick ; And Russian Boors , that daily kick , » With barbarous foot , their spouses . Whatjovwhen drurkat midniht'hour
, . g , To stroll thro' Covent Garden's bow ' r , lis various charms exploring ; And , mid .-1 its shrubs and vacant stalls , And proud Piazza ' s crumbling walls , Hear trulls and watchmen snoring 1 Parent of Wine , ant ! Gin , and Beer , The Nymphs of Billingsgate you cheer ;
Naiads robust and hearty ; At Ji rooks ' s Chairmen sit to wield Their stout oak-bludgeons in the field , To aid our virtuous party . Mortals ! no common voiceyou hear ! MilitiaColonel , Premier Peer , Lieutenant of a County ! I speak high things ! yet , God of Wine For thee , I fear not to resign These gifts of Royal Bounty .
OVER HEAD AND EARS IN DEB T . AN EPIGRAM . BY DB . ? ERFKCT . To Inkle , when boasting how little he
ow'd , [ overflow'd , That his income was great , and his purse Will , back'd by his Barber , strait ventur'd a bet , [ in debt That Inkle o ' er bead and o'er ears was The wager accepted , he proceeded to show , Notwithstanding the little that Inkle might owe , [ confess'd , That his Wig was unpaid for , which Inkle Surrender'd the bet , and admired his jest .
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Poetry.
STANZAS . . BY MBS . ROBINSON . S INCE Fortune ' s smiles alone can give Respect to fools , to knaves renown ; Let Reason bid me calmly live , And Fortune mark me with her frown . For who would buy the wretched stale conscious vice dulness knows ?
Which or Or who be vainly , meanly great , With pow ' r that from oppression grows ? While Nature , with a partial hand , Her darling children beckons forth ; While fools and knaves usurp command , And Fortune flies from modest worth . Then give , O Fortune ! all thy store To insects of a sunny day ; While I the paths of Truth explore , And smile the darkest hours away .
ODE . BY DB . SEWEI . L . * - WHY , Damon , with the forward day , Dost thou thy little spot survey , From tree to tree , with doubtful cheer , Pursue the progress of the year ;
What winds arise , what rains descend : When thou before ( hat year shalt end ? What do thy noon-tide walks avail . To clear the leaf , and pickthe snail ; Then wantonly to death decree An insect of more usethan thee ? Thou and the worm are brother kind , As low , as earthly , and as blind t
Vain wretch ! canst thou expect lo see The downy peach make court to thee ? Or that thy sense shall ever meet The bean-flow ' r ' s deep-embosom'd sweet , Exhaling with the ev'ning blast ? Thy ev ' nings then will all be past . Thy narrow pride , thy fancied green , O Vanity , in little seen ! All must be left when Death appears , In spite of wishes , groans , and tears : Nor one—of all thy plants that grow , Save Rosemary , with thee will go !
* Dr . Sewell , the writer of the tragedy of Sir Walter Raleigh , ' howeverhe failed in that piece , gave frequent instances of the pathetic in some of his works ; but in none more than the Verses written at Hampstead a few weeks before his death—The Doctor , aware ofhis certain dissolution , lost not his poetic spirit ; as the above striking instance will illustrate .
ODE . TW 1 MITATIOK OF HOHACE . WHITHER , 0 Bacchus , in thy train , Dost thou transport thy vot'ry ' s brain
With sudden inspiration ? Where dost thou bid me quaff my wine , And toast new measures to combine The Great and Little Nation ? Say , in what tavern I shall raise My nightly voice in Charley ' s praise , And ' dream of fulure glories , When F—x , with salutary sway ,
( Terror tlie order of the day ) Shall reign o ' er K—ng and Tories ? My mightv feelings must have way ! A toast I'll give—a thing I'll say , As yet unsaid bv anv , ' Our Sov ' reign Lord ' ! ' let those who doubt Mv honest meaning , hear me out' His Majesty—The Many !'
Plain Folks may be surpriz'd , and stare , As much surpriz'd- —as B—b Ad—r At Russia ' s wooden houses ; And Russian snows , that lie so thick ; And Russian Boors , that daily kick , » With barbarous foot , their spouses . Whatjovwhen drurkat midniht'hour
, . g , To stroll thro' Covent Garden's bow ' r , lis various charms exploring ; And , mid .-1 its shrubs and vacant stalls , And proud Piazza ' s crumbling walls , Hear trulls and watchmen snoring 1 Parent of Wine , ant ! Gin , and Beer , The Nymphs of Billingsgate you cheer ;
Naiads robust and hearty ; At Ji rooks ' s Chairmen sit to wield Their stout oak-bludgeons in the field , To aid our virtuous party . Mortals ! no common voiceyou hear ! MilitiaColonel , Premier Peer , Lieutenant of a County ! I speak high things ! yet , God of Wine For thee , I fear not to resign These gifts of Royal Bounty .
OVER HEAD AND EARS IN DEB T . AN EPIGRAM . BY DB . ? ERFKCT . To Inkle , when boasting how little he
ow'd , [ overflow'd , That his income was great , and his purse Will , back'd by his Barber , strait ventur'd a bet , [ in debt That Inkle o ' er bead and o'er ears was The wager accepted , he proceeded to show , Notwithstanding the little that Inkle might owe , [ confess'd , That his Wig was unpaid for , which Inkle Surrender'd the bet , and admired his jest .