SONG, INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SUNG IN THE COMEDY OF " SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER." AH me! when shall I marry me? But I will rally, and combat the ruiner : Not a look, not a smile, shall my passion discover. She that gives all to the false one pursuing her, Makes but a penitent, and loses a lover, STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC. 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 start. O Wolfe! to thee a streaming flood of woe, Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breasts 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, though dead; Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise. EPITAPH ON DR. PARNELL. THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name, May speak our gratitude, but not his fame. That leads to truth through pleasure's flow'ry way! And heaven, that lent him genius, was repaid. The transitory breath of fame below: More lasting rapture from his works shall rise, EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON*. HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack; He led such a damnable life in this world, I don't think he 'll wish to come back. * Mr. Purdon was educated at Trinity-College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he inlisted as a foot-soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE. AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE. GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighbourhood to please, With manners wondrous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways Unless when she was sinning. |