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Poetry.
Why pants my heart with tremulous beat of death " ? [ breath ? Why strives , oppress'd for utterance , my Alas ! too soon the poignant cause is known ; A friend rever'd , and no : by me alone , Has trac'd on earth his all respected way , And risen ( why mourn I then ?) to realms of day .
Blest he his generous soul ! which oft has spread Sach genial influence o ' er the orphan's head , Has cheer'd the thrilling agony of griff , And open'd wide his hand lo give relief * The man is gone !—the mortal part adieu ! His outward '" form no more shall glad my view .
But ah ! not so his shade- — 'tis present here , And gladly lists our heartlelt praise to hear . Kest , lest in peaceful joy , andhoveringo ' er , Protect and watch our sleps for ever-more , Until we join thee in lhe spangled sky , Whence fears and dangers far from us shall fly . __ j APOSTROPHE TO QUEEN MARY . WRITTEN NEAR l- 'OTH I : MI NT . A Y CASTLE .
Tuov , GRANDEUR , first lead on the giddy band , By Fortune taught in ev ' ry distant age ; Now proud towave the sceptre of command , Now lost to sink beneath her giddy rage . But hark!—a mourning voice I hear , From FOTIUIRINGAY it rcach'd mine ear .
Fair QUEEN , and hast thou unrestor'd , Unpiiiedslill a OciiEK implor'd ? Andcould not all tTTat art and nature gave From three M > : years of sig hs and from a scaffold save ? Js that the cheek which once with beauty bloom'd ; [ warm ; That the soft smile which could the rudest
Those the bri . Jit eyes that once a Court illum'd ; " [ could charm ? And that the form which once a world ELIZA , who , with iron mind , A voman born , forgot'si thy kind , Fiendson thy midmghtcouch shall wail , Shall howl to thee of M ARY ' S fate ; Her formglare nearthee , as thou sick'ning
liest , [ thou diest ! And burning ESSEX come , and scorn thee as THE PUNSTERS . A a tavern , one night , MessMoreS . raig / and Wriht
. , , g , Met to drink , ai : dgoodthoughts ioexcliauge : SavsAfar , ' oi i . s three , ' 1 lie whole town w ill agree , There isoniv one knave , and that's Strange . ' ' Y ' es , ' says i ' . W ' jjv , rather sore , 'I'm sure " there ' s ' one Morf ,
A most terrible knave and a bite , Yv ho cheated his mother , His sister , and brother . ' 'Oyes , ' replied More , 'that is fVri g hl . ' PLEASING PROCRASTINATION ' 'PHE Bee that flies around the flower
, Ere it the honey sips , Prolongs likcine the pleasing hour , Before I touch those lips . 'An hour ! ' the lively Celia cries , ' As well I were alone ;' Then to my arms she briskly flies , ' Sure , sure , you're nol ndrone !'
EPIGRAMS . ON TIIE WATCH TAX . 'TAKE Time , ' say all the ancient Sages , And ' twas the precept of all ages , » But 7 ' / mir , till now , could ne ' er be caught , ' i ho' often suffer'd to be bought ;
Our thanks are due then sure to PITT , Who has ihe happy method hit : So well Old Father Time he knows , He ' s tax'd him even as he gees ! ON A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION BET WEES TWO MEDICAL GENTLEMEN .
SHE ' LL lose her fever soon , ' the Doctor- \ cried ; ^ i Th' Apothecary shook his head and I sigh'd : C To prove the Doctor rig ht— -the Patient ^ djed I J ON A OL'ARREL BETWEEN TWO TRADESMEN .
SAYS Journal to Ledger , ' for this great afc front , I shall call you , depend on it , Sir , lo account . ' ' 01 ' quoth Ledger to Journal with impiiT dent ease , 1 The balance wc'lh / Wfe , Sir , whenever you , p lease , '
ON CI 1 I . 0 E . MY fia .-min (; ' Chioe ' s quite divine , Heaven ' s grandeur in her features shine ; Her lowering height the fops abash , Her eyes emit the lightning ' s flash ; And to complete the living wonder , Her tongue sends forth the a-uful thunder .
ON HEADING ADVIL I'ROLIX l'CRLl CATION . A Critical taste , Sir , it never can suit , Of leaves here are plenty—but where is the frail ?
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
Why pants my heart with tremulous beat of death " ? [ breath ? Why strives , oppress'd for utterance , my Alas ! too soon the poignant cause is known ; A friend rever'd , and no : by me alone , Has trac'd on earth his all respected way , And risen ( why mourn I then ?) to realms of day .
Blest he his generous soul ! which oft has spread Sach genial influence o ' er the orphan's head , Has cheer'd the thrilling agony of griff , And open'd wide his hand lo give relief * The man is gone !—the mortal part adieu ! His outward '" form no more shall glad my view .
But ah ! not so his shade- — 'tis present here , And gladly lists our heartlelt praise to hear . Kest , lest in peaceful joy , andhoveringo ' er , Protect and watch our sleps for ever-more , Until we join thee in lhe spangled sky , Whence fears and dangers far from us shall fly . __ j APOSTROPHE TO QUEEN MARY . WRITTEN NEAR l- 'OTH I : MI NT . A Y CASTLE .
Tuov , GRANDEUR , first lead on the giddy band , By Fortune taught in ev ' ry distant age ; Now proud towave the sceptre of command , Now lost to sink beneath her giddy rage . But hark!—a mourning voice I hear , From FOTIUIRINGAY it rcach'd mine ear .
Fair QUEEN , and hast thou unrestor'd , Unpiiiedslill a OciiEK implor'd ? Andcould not all tTTat art and nature gave From three M > : years of sig hs and from a scaffold save ? Js that the cheek which once with beauty bloom'd ; [ warm ; That the soft smile which could the rudest
Those the bri . Jit eyes that once a Court illum'd ; " [ could charm ? And that the form which once a world ELIZA , who , with iron mind , A voman born , forgot'si thy kind , Fiendson thy midmghtcouch shall wail , Shall howl to thee of M ARY ' S fate ; Her formglare nearthee , as thou sick'ning
liest , [ thou diest ! And burning ESSEX come , and scorn thee as THE PUNSTERS . A a tavern , one night , MessMoreS . raig / and Wriht
. , , g , Met to drink , ai : dgoodthoughts ioexcliauge : SavsAfar , ' oi i . s three , ' 1 lie whole town w ill agree , There isoniv one knave , and that's Strange . ' ' Y ' es , ' says i ' . W ' jjv , rather sore , 'I'm sure " there ' s ' one Morf ,
A most terrible knave and a bite , Yv ho cheated his mother , His sister , and brother . ' 'Oyes , ' replied More , 'that is fVri g hl . ' PLEASING PROCRASTINATION ' 'PHE Bee that flies around the flower
, Ere it the honey sips , Prolongs likcine the pleasing hour , Before I touch those lips . 'An hour ! ' the lively Celia cries , ' As well I were alone ;' Then to my arms she briskly flies , ' Sure , sure , you're nol ndrone !'
EPIGRAMS . ON TIIE WATCH TAX . 'TAKE Time , ' say all the ancient Sages , And ' twas the precept of all ages , » But 7 ' / mir , till now , could ne ' er be caught , ' i ho' often suffer'd to be bought ;
Our thanks are due then sure to PITT , Who has ihe happy method hit : So well Old Father Time he knows , He ' s tax'd him even as he gees ! ON A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION BET WEES TWO MEDICAL GENTLEMEN .
SHE ' LL lose her fever soon , ' the Doctor- \ cried ; ^ i Th' Apothecary shook his head and I sigh'd : C To prove the Doctor rig ht— -the Patient ^ djed I J ON A OL'ARREL BETWEEN TWO TRADESMEN .
SAYS Journal to Ledger , ' for this great afc front , I shall call you , depend on it , Sir , lo account . ' ' 01 ' quoth Ledger to Journal with impiiT dent ease , 1 The balance wc'lh / Wfe , Sir , whenever you , p lease , '
ON CI 1 I . 0 E . MY fia .-min (; ' Chioe ' s quite divine , Heaven ' s grandeur in her features shine ; Her lowering height the fops abash , Her eyes emit the lightning ' s flash ; And to complete the living wonder , Her tongue sends forth the a-uful thunder .
ON HEADING ADVIL I'ROLIX l'CRLl CATION . A Critical taste , Sir , it never can suit , Of leaves here are plenty—but where is the frail ?