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Poetry.
PROLOGUE TO MR . O ' KEEFFE ' s COMEDY OF SHE'S ELOPED . WRirrr . N- m- sous TAYLOII , . Spoken b y Mr . Palmer . HOMFR , the talc we know is trite , thro '
Greece Wander'd , from town 'otown , to rhaunt each piece [ sublime Of that stupendous whole , who . se power . Still gains new honours from approving time . And thus our bard—if Imply we may dare With mighty I / omersucha bard compare—Anxious to please you , with his motley From theatre to theatre he strays ; [ plays , At length , oppress'd with mere than usual fear .
He brings his last dramatic labour here . Homer , we aifo learn , in age was blind , And ne ' er could in his ran-hies Fortune find : Here the comparison applies too well Our hapless author ' s kindred fie to tell ; For he , alas ! forlorn ,. in life's decline , No more shall view the ' human lice divine' * He too has journey'd thro' the world in vain
To find the road that leads to Fortune ' s lane . 'Tis true that when the Grecian bard was dead , Fame place'd immortal laurels on his head ; But since such lofty honours are decreed To Poets onlv of"Homeric breed , And ne ' er shall grace our humble author's Let him obtain a little profit now . [ brow
, Here let me stop—for having told his state , 'Tu-ere insult to implore a lenient tale : A hint ' s enough to ev'ry British breast , And gen'rous sympathy will prompt the rest . * -Milton .
EPILOGUE TO THE SAME . WIUTTfN- r . V M . G . LIJWIS , ESQ . M . P . Sfitilen b y Mrs , Jvrdln . O . VCE more no heiress!—lost my new "
estate ! [ fate ! Sure none e . ' er felt more sudden turns of H . i .-d Jot of Actors , who of millions vapour , W hen ah ! those millions but exist on paper ! ? v ' o soul , sa \ j .- Hamlet , on dramatic ground , Will ' lake the Ghost ' s ssoid for a thousand . pound ; ' [ the town And DenmarkV Oueen in vain would search
To raise on all her jewels half a crown . Frail is our wealih , as those gay glittering toys 1 v f ¦ ec in sunshine blown by sportive boys ; Un . ., ii . 'h ! they float ! what brilliant hues tiieytak-r ! [ bret . k ! Hai . ; :. ¦ i how icon the beauteous babbles
Yet though my fabled treasures live no more , And all my golden dreams at once areo ' er , f still am rich , while of yoursmiles posses-, Nor wish more wealth , if with your favour blest . That ' s an estate on which with joy I seize ; My claim to hold it is my \< ish to please :
And should that wish to-night have made impression , [ r-: o ; i . 1 hope your hands will prove me in posses-Hold . a new thought now merits contemplaiiin- — [ nation : Long I ' ve amus'd , what if 1 serve , the Since foes our isle now ilireaten to in--. vade , [ trade Peers , peasants , sons of law . and sons of V .
Unite in one great cause , and mount theboid cockade . - " Now every tailor ' s breast with ardour glows To burn ihejackets of our boasting Ices ; Now printers swear , to fight then- needs no pressing , [ dressing . And barbers hope to give the French a E ' en on these boards llellona holds command , And foims , inDrury-lane , a warlike band---And soon the invaders shall be made lo tremble , Bv General Bannister and Marshal KetrMe !
But when ihis virtuous fire , this glorious rage . Inflames alike the bar , the shop , the stag ? , In Females shall no patrioi zeal be shown ? It shall ! — -I'll raise an army of my own— - And Fame ' s loud [ rump shall praise inniartial strain The valiant acties-es of Drun-lane . Oh glorious thought ! it shall be so ! Away !
' My soul's in arms , and eager for the fray . ' Already see the Invader's courage droops , For Siddons heads our Amazonian troops ! Onwards we march , while to protect our corps , BLUEDEAHD ' S huge elephant trots on before . Heard you that shout' —Miss Pope -jnvi Mrs Bland [ hand !
Have fore'd the hostile vanguard sword in No threats , no dangers can sulfice to damp The zeal of Generals Ptmcll and Diramp . And oh ! Willi transport hear those clamours speak That Buonaparte ' s-vanquisli'd—byMiss I . ca't-The foes give way ! they fly ! the day ' s cur own ! * [ throne . ' Safe is our freedom , firm our Sov e reign ' s Shout— -Britons , shout—and make tbe welkin ring , ENGLAND forever ! and GOD SAVE THEKINO !
But hold !—in our dramatic troops , I find , As yet , no special post to me assign'd ! When all our dames and damsels take the field , [ wield , Now draw the trigger , now the broad sword Fossess'd of nerves as strong , and zeal as fervent , What shall i be?—1 ' our . viry burble ¦ er .-aut ,
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Poetry.
PROLOGUE TO MR . O ' KEEFFE ' s COMEDY OF SHE'S ELOPED . WRirrr . N- m- sous TAYLOII , . Spoken b y Mr . Palmer . HOMFR , the talc we know is trite , thro '
Greece Wander'd , from town 'otown , to rhaunt each piece [ sublime Of that stupendous whole , who . se power . Still gains new honours from approving time . And thus our bard—if Imply we may dare With mighty I / omersucha bard compare—Anxious to please you , with his motley From theatre to theatre he strays ; [ plays , At length , oppress'd with mere than usual fear .
He brings his last dramatic labour here . Homer , we aifo learn , in age was blind , And ne ' er could in his ran-hies Fortune find : Here the comparison applies too well Our hapless author ' s kindred fie to tell ; For he , alas ! forlorn ,. in life's decline , No more shall view the ' human lice divine' * He too has journey'd thro' the world in vain
To find the road that leads to Fortune ' s lane . 'Tis true that when the Grecian bard was dead , Fame place'd immortal laurels on his head ; But since such lofty honours are decreed To Poets onlv of"Homeric breed , And ne ' er shall grace our humble author's Let him obtain a little profit now . [ brow
, Here let me stop—for having told his state , 'Tu-ere insult to implore a lenient tale : A hint ' s enough to ev'ry British breast , And gen'rous sympathy will prompt the rest . * -Milton .
EPILOGUE TO THE SAME . WIUTTfN- r . V M . G . LIJWIS , ESQ . M . P . Sfitilen b y Mrs , Jvrdln . O . VCE more no heiress!—lost my new "
estate ! [ fate ! Sure none e . ' er felt more sudden turns of H . i .-d Jot of Actors , who of millions vapour , W hen ah ! those millions but exist on paper ! ? v ' o soul , sa \ j .- Hamlet , on dramatic ground , Will ' lake the Ghost ' s ssoid for a thousand . pound ; ' [ the town And DenmarkV Oueen in vain would search
To raise on all her jewels half a crown . Frail is our wealih , as those gay glittering toys 1 v f ¦ ec in sunshine blown by sportive boys ; Un . ., ii . 'h ! they float ! what brilliant hues tiieytak-r ! [ bret . k ! Hai . ; :. ¦ i how icon the beauteous babbles
Yet though my fabled treasures live no more , And all my golden dreams at once areo ' er , f still am rich , while of yoursmiles posses-, Nor wish more wealth , if with your favour blest . That ' s an estate on which with joy I seize ; My claim to hold it is my \< ish to please :
And should that wish to-night have made impression , [ r-: o ; i . 1 hope your hands will prove me in posses-Hold . a new thought now merits contemplaiiin- — [ nation : Long I ' ve amus'd , what if 1 serve , the Since foes our isle now ilireaten to in--. vade , [ trade Peers , peasants , sons of law . and sons of V .
Unite in one great cause , and mount theboid cockade . - " Now every tailor ' s breast with ardour glows To burn ihejackets of our boasting Ices ; Now printers swear , to fight then- needs no pressing , [ dressing . And barbers hope to give the French a E ' en on these boards llellona holds command , And foims , inDrury-lane , a warlike band---And soon the invaders shall be made lo tremble , Bv General Bannister and Marshal KetrMe !
But when ihis virtuous fire , this glorious rage . Inflames alike the bar , the shop , the stag ? , In Females shall no patrioi zeal be shown ? It shall ! — -I'll raise an army of my own— - And Fame ' s loud [ rump shall praise inniartial strain The valiant acties-es of Drun-lane . Oh glorious thought ! it shall be so ! Away !
' My soul's in arms , and eager for the fray . ' Already see the Invader's courage droops , For Siddons heads our Amazonian troops ! Onwards we march , while to protect our corps , BLUEDEAHD ' S huge elephant trots on before . Heard you that shout' —Miss Pope -jnvi Mrs Bland [ hand !
Have fore'd the hostile vanguard sword in No threats , no dangers can sulfice to damp The zeal of Generals Ptmcll and Diramp . And oh ! Willi transport hear those clamours speak That Buonaparte ' s-vanquisli'd—byMiss I . ca't-The foes give way ! they fly ! the day ' s cur own ! * [ throne . ' Safe is our freedom , firm our Sov e reign ' s Shout— -Britons , shout—and make tbe welkin ring , ENGLAND forever ! and GOD SAVE THEKINO !
But hold !—in our dramatic troops , I find , As yet , no special post to me assign'd ! When all our dames and damsels take the field , [ wield , Now draw the trigger , now the broad sword Fossess'd of nerves as strong , and zeal as fervent , What shall i be?—1 ' our . viry burble ¦ er .-aut ,