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Lines On The Death Of A Nightingale.
LINES ON THE DEATH OF A NIGHTINGALE .
FAREWELL , thou lonely wood ! and henceforth be Acquainted with no other Harmony , Than the chatt'ring Pye , or tlie screeching note Of boding Owls , and fatal Raven ' s throat . The sweetest Chaunter ' s dead , that warbled forth ' Lays that mig ht tempests calm , and still the North ; Or call down Angels from their brilliant sphere , - To'hear her song , and learn new anthems here . M .
A Parody
A PARODY
' ¦ ., ' FROM HAMLET . Written by an Attorney ' s Clerk .
TO cheat or riot to cheat , that is the question ; Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer The stings ancl gnaivings of . a troubled conscience , Or bravely spurn corruption's gilded baits , And , by rejecting , ' scape ' em ? To cheat , to need No more ; and , by such gain , to say we end The thousand hardships which the poor man seems tis consummation
To be bom heir to-, ' a Too often wish'd by us .- to cheat unseen—To cheat—perchance be catch'd ; aye , there ' s the rub ; For by discovery what shame may come , When vve have lost the necessary mask , Must give us pause : there is the respeft That makes dishonesty imbitter life :
For who wou'd bear the gibes and taunts of men , Th" oppressed ' s curse , the good man ' s contumely , The pangs of unpaid fees , the law ' s severity In taxing bills , and the harsh reprimands That merit often to th' unworthy gives , When he in peace might his quietus make On a farm ? 'Who wou'd long parchments write ,
poor And scrawl and pause amidst a heap of nonsense ,, But that the dread of ghastly poverty , Whose horrid visage , like the gorgon's head , No mortal dares behold , startles the mind , And makes us rather chuse those ills we have , Than suffer others that we dread far worse ? Thus i . varice makes rascals ofus all
, And thus the comely face of honesty Is tamish'd o ' er by ill-designing knaves , Who toil among the labyrinths of law , In search of matter to perplex mankind , And leave the paths of wisdom .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Lines On The Death Of A Nightingale.
LINES ON THE DEATH OF A NIGHTINGALE .
FAREWELL , thou lonely wood ! and henceforth be Acquainted with no other Harmony , Than the chatt'ring Pye , or tlie screeching note Of boding Owls , and fatal Raven ' s throat . The sweetest Chaunter ' s dead , that warbled forth ' Lays that mig ht tempests calm , and still the North ; Or call down Angels from their brilliant sphere , - To'hear her song , and learn new anthems here . M .
A Parody
A PARODY
' ¦ ., ' FROM HAMLET . Written by an Attorney ' s Clerk .
TO cheat or riot to cheat , that is the question ; Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer The stings ancl gnaivings of . a troubled conscience , Or bravely spurn corruption's gilded baits , And , by rejecting , ' scape ' em ? To cheat , to need No more ; and , by such gain , to say we end The thousand hardships which the poor man seems tis consummation
To be bom heir to-, ' a Too often wish'd by us .- to cheat unseen—To cheat—perchance be catch'd ; aye , there ' s the rub ; For by discovery what shame may come , When vve have lost the necessary mask , Must give us pause : there is the respeft That makes dishonesty imbitter life :
For who wou'd bear the gibes and taunts of men , Th" oppressed ' s curse , the good man ' s contumely , The pangs of unpaid fees , the law ' s severity In taxing bills , and the harsh reprimands That merit often to th' unworthy gives , When he in peace might his quietus make On a farm ? 'Who wou'd long parchments write ,
poor And scrawl and pause amidst a heap of nonsense ,, But that the dread of ghastly poverty , Whose horrid visage , like the gorgon's head , No mortal dares behold , startles the mind , And makes us rather chuse those ills we have , Than suffer others that we dread far worse ? Thus i . varice makes rascals ofus all
, And thus the comely face of honesty Is tamish'd o ' er by ill-designing knaves , Who toil among the labyrinths of law , In search of matter to perplex mankind , And leave the paths of wisdom .