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ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING.
IMITATED FROM THE SPANISH.1
SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC.2
AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice, And quells the raptures which from pleasures
O Wolfe! to thee a streaming flood of woe,
Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear: Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow,
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear. Alive the foe thy dreadful vigour fled,
And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes: Yet they shall know thou conquerest, tho' dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.
1 See The Bee, No. i.
2 First printed in The Busy Body, 1759.-P. C.
TO IRIS, IN BOW STREET, COVENT GARDEN.'
SAY, cruel Iris, pretty rake,
My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
Say, would the angry fair one prize
A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,
I'll give — but not the full-blown rose,
1 See The Bee, No. ii.
I'll give thee something yet unpaid,
Not less sincere than civil;
I'll give theeah! too charming maid, I'll give thee to the devil.2
2 This poem is taken from Ménagiana, vol. iv. 200. 'ÉTRENNE À IRIS.
POUR témoignage de ma flamme,
Iris, du meilleur de mon âme
A DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S
WHERE the Red Lion, staring o'er the way, Invites each passing stranger that can pay; Where Calvert's butt, and Parson's black cham
Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane;
1 First printed in The Citizen of the World, Letter xxx., and afterwards inserted, with a few variations, in The Deserted Village, 1770.-P. C. [See, post, the extract from a letter to the Rev. Henry Goldsmith.]
2 Viz: "1. Urge no healths; 2. Profane no divine ordinances; 3. Touch no state matters; 4. Reveal no secrets; 5. Pick no quarrels; 6. Make no comparisons; 7. Maintain no ill opinions; 8. Keep no bad company; 9. Encourage no vice; 10. Make no long meals; 11. Repeat no grievances 12. Lay no wagers."-P. C.
The seasons, fram'd with listing, found a place, And brave prince William show'd his lampblack face.
The morn was cold; he views with keen desire
A nightcap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,-a stocking all the day!
8 William, Duke of Cumberland, the hero of Culloden, d. 1765.-P. C.