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The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore.by Thomas Moore et al.THOMAS MOORE Thomas Moore was born in Dublin on the 28th of May 1780. Both his parents were Roman-Catholics; and he was, as a matter of course, brought up in the same religion, and adhered to it
- 101 THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.(AIR.--CRESCENTINI.) There is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary-- What may that Desert be?'Tis Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come Are lost, like that daylight, fo
- 102 GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT, (AIR.--STEVENSON.) Go forth to the Mount; bring the olive-branch home,[1]And rejoice; for the day of our freedom is come!From that time,[2] when the moon upon Ajalon's vale, Looking motionless down,[3] saw the kings of the earth, I
- 103 These verses were written for a Benefit at the Dublin Theatre, and were spoken by Miss Smith, with a degree of success, which they owed solely to her admirable manner of reciting them. I wrote them in haste; and it very rarely happens that poetry which ha
- 104 THE MEETING OF THE s.h.i.+PS.When o'er the silent seas alone, For days and nights we've cheerless gone, Oh they who've felt it know how sweet, Some sunny morn a sail to meet.Sparkling at once is every eye, "s.h.i.+p ahoy!" our joyful cry; While answe
- 105 Now wrap thy cloak about thee-- The hours must sure go wrong, For when theyre past without thee, Theyre, oh, ten times as long. WATCHMAN. Past three oclock--past three. Again that dreadful warning! Had ever time such flight? And see the sky, tis morning--
- 106 And sleep came around her--but, starting, she woke, For still from the garden that spirit Voice spoke!"I come," she exclaimed, "be thy home where it may, "On earth or in Heaven, that call I obey;"Then forth thro' the moonlight, with heart beating fa
- 107 YOUTH AND AGE."Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crest his way.-- "It is a sunny hour of play, "For which repentance dear doth pay; "Repentance! Repentance!"And this is Love, as wise men say.""Tell me, what's Love?
- 108 "Proud maiden! I come with high spousals to grace thee, "In me the great conqueror of conquerors see; "Enthroned in a hall fit for monarchs I'll place thee, "And mine, thou'rt for ever, thou high-born Ladye!"The maiden she smiled, and in jewels arr
- 109 Here, take my heart--'twill be safe in thy keeping, While I go wandering o'er land and o'er sea; Smiling or sorrowing, waking or sleeping, What need I care, so my heart is with thee?If in the race we are destined to run, love, They who have light heart
- 110 THE YOUNG MULETEERS OF GRENADA.Oh, the joys of our evening posada, Where, resting, at close of day, We, young Muleteers of Grenada, Sit and sing the suns.h.i.+ne away; So merry, that even the slumbers That round us hung seem gone; Till the lute's soft dr
- 111 In death's kindly bosom our last hope remains-- The dead fear no tyrants, the grave has no chains.On, on to the combat! the heroes that bleed For virtue and mankind are heroes indeed.And oh, even if Freedom from _this_ world be driven, Despair not--at le
- 112 And soon he found 'twere vain to fly; His heart was close confined, For, every ringlet was a tie-- A chain by beauty twined.MERRILY EVERY BOSOM BOUNDETH.(THE TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY.) Merrily every bosom boundeth, Merrily, oh!Where the song of Freedom s
- 113 THE DAY OF LOVE.The beam of morning trembling Stole o'er the mountain brook, With timid ray resembling Affection's early look.Thus love begins--sweet morn of love!The noon-tide ray ascended, And o'er the valley's stream Diffused a glow as splendid As
- 114 Cold its pulse lies, And mute are even its sighs, All other grief it now defies.I LOVE BUT THEE.If, after all, you still will doubt and fear me, And think this heart to other loves will stray, If I must swear, then, lovely doubter, hear me; By every dream
- 115 If life for me hath joy or light, 'Tis all from thee, My thoughts by day, my dreams by night, Are but of thee, of only thee.Whate'er of hope or peace I know, My zest in joy, my balm in woe, To those dear eyes of thine I owe, 'Tis all from thee.My heart
- 116 Let's take this world as some wide scene.Thro' which in frail but buoyant boat, With skies now dark and now serene, Together thou and I must float; Beholding oft on either sh.o.r.e Bright spots where we should love to stay; But Time plies swift his flyi
- 117 THE HOMEWARD MARCH.Be still my heart: I hear them come: Those sounds announce my lover near: The march that brings our warriors home Proclaims he'll soon be here.Hark, the distant tread, O'er the mountain's head, While hills and dales repeat the sound;
- 118 Tho' time have frozen the tuneful stream Of thoughts that gushed along, One look from thee, like summer's beam, Will thaw them into song.Then give, oh give, that wakening ray, And once more blithe and young, Thy bard again will sing and play, As once he
- 119 THE HALCYON HANGS O'ER OCEAN.The halcyon hangs o'er ocean, The sea-lark skims the brine; This bright world's all in motion, No heart seems sad but mine.To walk thro' sun-bright places, With heart all cold the while; To look in smiling faces, When we n
- 120 SONG OF A HYPERBOREAN.I come from a land in the sun bright deep, Where golden gardens grow; Where the winds of the north, be calmed in sleep, Their conch-sh.e.l.ls never blow.[1]Haste to that holy Isle with me, Haste--haste!So near the track of the stars
- 121 "Tho' roving once his voice and wing, "He'll now lie still the whole day long; "Till thus I touch the magic spring-- "Then hark, how sweet and blithe his song!"_(A symphony.)_ "Ah, Rose," I cried, "the poet's lay "Must ne'er even Beauty's sl
- 122 DEAR? YES.Dear? yes, tho' mine no more, Even this but makes thee dearer; And love, since hope is o'er, But draws thee nearer.Change as thou wilt to me, The same thy charm must be; New loves may come to weave Their witchery o'er thee, Yet still, tho' f
- 123 "Ho ho, ho ho, my Cupids all,"Said Love, the little Admiral.Mock sighs, too,--kept in bags for use, Like breezes bought of Lapland seers,-- Lay ready here to be let loose, When wanted, in young spinsters' ears."Ha ha, ha ha, my Cupids all,"Said Love,
- 124 DREAMING FOR EVER.Dreaming for ever, vainly dreaming, Life to the last, pursues its flight; Day hath its visions fairly beaming, But false as those of night.The one illusion, the other real, But both the same brief dreams at last; And when we grasp the bl
- 125 She came one morning.Ere Love had warning, And raised the latch, where the young G.o.d lay; "Oh ho!" said Love--"is it you? good-by;"So he oped the window and flew away!Spirit of Joy, thy altar lies In youthful hearts that hope like mine; And 'tis th
- 126 Why, there's two of you there, can't you help one another?"Oh I oh! etc.MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.OCCASIONAL EPILOGUE.SPOKEN BY MR. COBBY, IN THE CHARACTER OF VAPID, AFTER THE PLAY OF THE DRAMATIST, AT THE KILKENNY THEATRE.(_Entering as if to announce the Pl
- 127 Glow-worms that round the tiny dishes Like little light-houses, were set up; And pretty phosph.o.r.escent fishes That by their own gay light were eat up.'Mong the few guests from Ether came That wicked Sylph whom Love we call-- My Lady knew him but by na
- 128 Yes! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, f.a.n.n.y dearest, for thee I'd sigh; And every smile on my cheek should turn To tears when thou art nigh.But between love and wine and sleep, So busy a life I live, That even the time it would take to weep Is more t
- 129 Oh, love like mine ne'er wants the zest Of others' envy, others' praise; But, in its silence safely blest, Broods o'er a bliss it ne'er betrays.Charm of my life! by whose sweet power All cares are husht, all ills subdued-- My light in even the darkes
- 130 TO CAROLINE, VISCOUNTESS VALLETORT.WRITTEN AT LAc.o.c.k ABBEY, JANUARY, 1832.When I would sing thy beauty's light, Such various forms, and all so bright, I've seen thee, from thy childhood, wear, I know not which to call most fair, Nor 'mong the countl
- 131 Ere Psyche drank the cup that shed Immortal Life into her soul, Some evil spirit poured, 'tis said, One drop of Doubt into the bowl-- Which, mingling darkly with the stream, To Psyche's lips--she knew not why-- Made even that blessed nectar seem As tho
- 132 WHAT SHALL I SING THEE?TO ----.What shall I sing thee? Shall I tell Of that bright hour, remembered well As tho' it shone but yesterday, When loitering idly in the ray Of a spring sun I heard o'er-head, My name as by some spirit said, And, looking up, s
- 133 "How many a couple, like the wind, "Which nothing in its course controls, Left time and chaperons far behind, "And gave a loose to legs and souls; How matrimony throve--ere stopt "By this cold, silent, foot-coquetting-- "How charmingly one's partner
- 134 TO LADY JERSEY.ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE SOMETHING IN HER ALb.u.m.Written at Middleton.Oh alb.u.ms, alb.u.ms, how I dread Your everlasting sc.r.a.p and scrawl!How often wish that from the dead Old Omar would pop forth his head, And make a bonfire of you all
- 135 Even these, too, ere the morning, fled; And, tho' the charm still lingered on, That o'er each sense her song had shed, The song itself was faded, gone;-- Gone, like the thoughts that once were ours, On summer days, ere youth had set; Thoughts bright, we
- 136 _Ell' e de'suoi begli occhi veder vaga, Com' io dell'adornarmi con le mani; Lei lo vodere e me l'ovrare appaga_.DANTE, _Purg. Canto xxvii_.'Twas eve's soft hour, and bright, above.The star of beauty beamed, While lulled by light so full of love, In
- 137 And Memory, too, with her dreams shall come, Dreams of a former, happier day, When heaven was still the spirit's home, And her wings had not yet fallen away.Glimpses of glory ne'er forgot, That tell, like gleams on a sunset sea, What once hath been, wha
- 138 'Twas the first opening song the Lay Of all least deep in toilet-lore, That the young nymph, to while away The tiring-hour, thus warbled o'er:-- SONG.Array thee, love, array thee, love, In all thy best array thee; The sun's below--the moon's above-- A
- 139 And now the set hath ceased--the bows Of fiddlers taste a brief repose, While light along the painted floor, Arm within arm, the couples stray, Talking their stock of nothings o'er, Till--nothing's left at last to say.When lo!--most opportunely sent-- T
- 140 SONG.Who'll buy?--'tis Folly's shop, who'll buy?-- We've toys to suit all ranks and ages; Besides our usual fools' supply, We've lots of playthings, too, for sages.For reasoners here's a juggler's cup That fullest seems when nothing's in it; And
- 141 FIRST EVENING."The sky is bright--the breeze is fair, "And the mainsail flowing, full and free-- "Our farewell word is woman's prayer, "And the hope before us--Liberty!"Farewell, farewell."To Greece we give our s.h.i.+ning blades, "And our hearts
- 142 And now they stept, with measured tread, Martially o'er the s.h.i.+ning field; Now to the mimic combat led (A heroine at each squadron's head), Struck lance to lance and sword to s.h.i.+eld: While still, thro' every varying feat, Their voices heard in
- 143 The moon was now, from heaven's steep, Bending to dip her silvery urn Into the bright and silent deep-- And the young nymphs, on their return From those romantic ruins, found Their other playmates ranged around The sacred Spring, prepared to tune Their p
- 144 CHORUS.Blest be Love to whom we owe, All that's fair and bright below.Song was cold and Painting dim Till Song and Painting learned from him.Soon as the scene had closed, a cheer Of gentle voices old and young Rose from the groups that stood to hear This
- 145 Thy name, by myriads sung and said, From age to age shall go, Long as the oak and ivy wed, As bees shall haunt Hymettus' head, Or h.e.l.le's waters flow.Thou art not dead--thou art not dead!No, dearest Harmodius, no.'Mong those who lingered listening t
- 146 Gay was the picture--every maid Whom late the lighted scene displayed, Still in her fancy garb arrayed;-- The Arabian pilgrim, smiling here Beside the nymph of India's sky; While there the Mainiote mountaineer Whispered in young Minerva's ear, And urchi
- 147 [12] "This morning we paid our visit to the Cave of Trophonius, and the Fountains of Memory and Oblivion, just upon the water of Hercyna, which flows through stupendous rocks."--_Williams's Travels in Greece_.[13] This superst.i.tious custom of the The
- 148 _Memphis_.'Tis true, alas--the mysteries and the lore I came to study on this, wondrous sh.o.r.e.Are all forgotten in the new delights.The strange, wild joys that fill my days and nights.Instead of dark, dull oracles that speak From subterranean temples,
- 149 Never--tho' well thou know'st how much I've felt the sway of Beauty's star-- Never did her bright influence touch My soul into its depths so far; And had that vision lingered there One minute more I should have flown, Forgetful _who_ I was and where.A
- 150 FROM ORCUS, HIGH PRIEST OF MEMPHIS, TO DECIUS, THE PRAETORIAN PREFECT.Rejoice, my friend, rejoice;--the youthful Chief Of that light Sect which mocks at all belief, And gay and G.o.dless makes the present hour Its only heaven, is now within our power.Smoo
- 151 THE VEILED PROPHET OF KHORa.s.sAN.[24]In that delightful Province of the Sun, The first of Persian lands he s.h.i.+nes upon.Where all the loveliest children of his beam, Flowerets and fruits, blush over every stream,[25]And, fairest of all streams, the MU
- 152 Yet _one_ relief this glance of former years Brought mingled with its pain,--tears, floods of tears, Long frozen at her heart, but now like rills Let loose in spring-time from the snowy hills, And gus.h.i.+ng warm after a sleep of frost, Thro' valleys wh
- 153 Now, thro' the Haram chambers, moving lights And busy shapes proclaim the toilet's rites;-- From room to room the ready handmaids hie, Some skilled to wreath the turban tastefully, Or hang the veil in negligence of shade O'er the warm blushes of the yo
- 154 With rapid step, yet pleased and lingering eye, Did the youth pa.s.s these pictured stories by, And hastened to a cas.e.m.e.nt where the light Of the calm moon came in and freshly bright The fields without were seen sleeping as still As if no life remaine
- 155 For vengeance on the accursed Saracen; Vengeance at last for their dear country spurned, Her throne usurpt, and her bright shrines o'erturned.From YEZD'S eternal Mansion of the Fire[107]Where aged saints in dreams of Heaven expire: From BADKU and those
- 156 Eager they listen--while each accent darts New life into their chilled and hope-sick hearts; Such treacherous life as the cool draught supplies To him upon the stake who drinks and dies!Wildly they point their lances to the light Of the fast sinking sun,
- 157 Gently he said--"One hope is thine.'Tis written in the Book of Fate, _The Peri yet may be forgiven Who brings to this Eternal gate The Gift that is most dear to Heaven_!Go seek it and redeem thy sin-- 'Tis sweet to let the Pardoned in."Rapidly as come
- 158 Yet tranquil now that man of crime (As if the balmy evening time Softened his spirit) looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play:-- Tho' still whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lucid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torc
- 159 Unseen by man's disturbing eye,-- The flower that blooms beneath the sea, Too deep for sunbeams, doth not lie Hid in more chaste obscurity.So, HINDA. have thy face and mind, Like holy mysteries, lain enshrined.And oh! what transport for a lover To lift t
- 160 Where are they? ask the shades of them Who, on CADESSIA'S[219] b.l.o.o.d.y plains, Saw fierce invaders pluck the gem From IRAN'S broken diadem, And bind her ancient faith in chains:-- Ask the poor exile cast alone On foreign sh.o.r.es, unloved, unknown,
- 161 The day is lowering--stilly black Sleeps the grim wave, while heaven's rack, Disperst and wild, 'twixt earth and sky Hangs like a shattered canopy.There's not a cloud in that blue plain But tells of storm to come or past;-- Here flying loosely as the m
- 162 Now lulled to languor scarcely curl The Green Sea wave whose waters gleam Limpid as if her mines of pearl Were melted all to form the stream: And her fair islets small and bright With their green sh.o.r.es reflected there Look like those PERI isles of lig
- 163 "No--G.o.d of IRAN'S burning skies!"Thou scornest the inglorious sacrifice."No--tho' of all earth's hope bereft, "Life, swords, and vengeance still are left."We'll make yon valley's reeking caves "Live in the awe-struck minds of men "Till tyra
- 164 The singular placidity with which FADLADEEN had listened during the latter part of this obnoxious story surprised the Princess and FERAMORZ exceedingly; and even inclined towards him the hearts of these unsuspicious young persons who little knew the sourc
- 165 Then hasten we, maid, To twine our braid, To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.The image of love that nightly flies To visit the bashful maid, Steals from the jasmine flower that sighs Its soul like her in the shade.The dream of a future, happier ho
- 166 As if the very lips and eyes, Predestined to have all our sighs And never be forgot again, Sparkled and spoke before us then!So came thy every glance and tone, When first on me they breathed and shone, New as if brought from other spheres Yet welcome as i
- 167 [28] Black was the color adopted by the Caliphs of the House of Abbas, in their garments, turbans, and standards.[29] "Our dark javelins, exquisitely wrought of Khathaian reeds, slender and delicate."--_Poem of Amru_.[30] Pichula, used anciently for arr
- 168 [75] The Persians, like the ancient Greeks call their musical modes or Perdas by the names of different countries or cities, as the mode of Isfahan, the mode of Irak, etc.[76] A river which flows near the ruins of Chilminar.[77] "To the north of us (on t
- 169 [122] The beauty of Ali's eyes was so remarkable, that whenever the Persians would describe anything as very lovely, they say it is Ayn Hali, or the Eyes of Ali.--_Chardin_.[123] "Nakshab, the name of a city in Transoxiana, where they say there is a wel
- 170 [167] Richardson thinks that Syria had its name from Suri, a beautiful and delicate species of rose, for which that country has always been famous;--hence, Suristan, the Land of Roses.[168] "The number of lizards I saw one day in the great court of t
- 171 [216] Or Selemeh, the genuine name of the headland at the entrance of the Gulf, commonly called Cape Musseldom. "The Indians when they pa.s.s the promontory throw cocoa-nuts, fruits, or flowers into the sea to secure a propitious voyage."--_Mori
- 172 [265] "In this thicket upon the banks of the Jordan several sorts of wild beasts are wont to harbor themselves, whose being washed out of the covert by the overflowings of the river, gave occasion to that allusion of Jeremiah, _he shall come up like
- 173 [313] "In the centre of the plain, as it approaches the Lake, one of the Delhi Emperors, I believe Shan Jehan, constructed a s.p.a.cious garden called the Shalimar, which is abundantly stored with fruit-trees and flowering shrubs. Some of the rivulet
- 174 The mythology of the Persians has allegorized the same doctrine, in the history of those genii of light who strayed from their dwellings in the stars and obscured their original nature by mixture with this material sphere; while the Egyptians connecting i
- 175 That very moment her whole frame All bright and glorified became, And at her back I saw unclose Two wings magnificent as those That sparkle around ALLA'S Throne, Whose plumes, as buoyantly she rose Above me, in the moon-beam shone With a pure light;
- 176 "Wonderful Spirit who dost make "Slumber so lovely that it seems "No longer life to live awake, "Since heaven itself descends in dreams, "Why do I ever lose thee? why "When on thy realms and thee I gaze "Still drops that
- 177 "Oh what a pride to say, this, this "Is my own Angel--all divine, "And pure and dazzling as he is "And fresh from heaven--he's mine, he's mine!"Thinkest thou, were LILIS in thy place, "A creature of yon lofty skies,
- 178 Oh Love, Religion, Music--all That's left of Eden upon earth-- The only blessings, since the fall Of our weak souls, that still recall A trace of their high, glorious birth-- How kindred are the dreams you bring!How Love tho' unto earth so p.r.o
- 179 _Different Att.i.tudes in which Authors compose.--Bayes, Henry Stevens, Herodotus, etc.--Writing in Bed--in the Fields.--Plato and Sir Richard Blackmore.--Fiddling with Gloves and Twigs.--Madame de Stael.--Rhyming on the Road, in an old Caleche_.What vari
- 180 EXTRACT III.Geneva._Fancy and Truth--Hippomenes and Atalanta. Mont Blanc.--Clouds_.Even here in this region of wonders I find That light-footed Fancy leaves Truth far behind; Or at least like Hippomenes turns her astray By the golden illusions he flings i
- 181 Vanisht are all her pomps, 'tis true, But mourn them not--for vanisht too (Thanks to that Power, who soon or late, Hurls to the dust the guilty Great,) Are all the outrage, falsehood, fraud, The chains, the rapine, and the blood, That filled each spo
- 182 EXTRACT IX.Venice._The English to be met with everywhere.--Alps and Threadneedle Street.--The Simplon and the Stocks.--Rage for travelling.--Blue Stockings among the Wahabees.--Parasols and Pyramids.--Mrs. Hopkins and the Wall of China_.And is there then
- 183 EXTRACT XII.Florence._Music in Italy.--Disappointed by it.--Recollections or other Times and Friends.--Dalton.--Sir John Stevenson.--His Daughter.--Musical Evenings together_.If it be true that Music reigns, Supreme, in ITALY'S soft shades, 'Tis
- 184 Among these visions there was one,[3]Surpa.s.sing fair, on which the sun, That instant risen, a beam let fall, Which thro' the dusky twilight trembled.And reached at length the spot where all Those great magicians stood a.s.sembled.And as they turned
- 185 EXTRACT XVI.Les Charmettes._A Visit to the house where Rousseau lived with Madame de Warrens.-- Their Menage.--Its Grossness.--Claude Anet.--Reverence with which the spot is now visited.--Absurdity of this blind Devotion to Fame.--Feelings excited by the
- 186 When Rome had lost her virtue with her rights, When her foul tyrant sat on Capreae's heights,[9]Amid his ruffian spies and doomed to death Each n.o.ble name they blasted with their breath,-- Even then, (in mockery of that golden time, When the Republ
- 187 THE SCEPTIC, A PHILOSOPHICAL SATIRE.PREFACE.The Sceptical Philosophy of the Ancients has been no less misrepresented than the Epicurean. Pyrrho may perhaps have carried it to rather an irrational excess;--but we must not believe with Beattie all the absur
- 188 [9] Papias lived about the time of the apostles, and is supposed to have given birth to the heresy of the Chiliastae, whose heaven was by no means of a spiritual nature, but rather an antic.i.p.ation of the Prophet of Hera's elysium.[10] King, in his
- 189 So the snaffles, my dear, were agreed to _nem. con_., And my Lord Castlereagh, having so often shone In the _fettering line_, is to buckle them on.I shall drive to your door in these _Vetoes_ some day, But, at present, adieu!-I must hurry away To go see m
- 190 LETTER IV.FROM THE RIGHT HON. PATRICK DUIGENAN TO THE RIGHT HON. SIR JOHN NICHOL.Last week, dear Nichol, making merry At dinner with our Secretary, When all were drunk or pretty near (The time for doing business here), Says he to me, "Sweet Bully Bot
- 191 As to the rest, they're free to do Whate'er their fancy prompts them to, Provided they make nothing of it Towards rank or honor, power or profit; Which things we naturally expect, Belong to US, the Establisht sect, Who disbelieve (the Lord be th
- 192 The same _fauteuils_ and girondoles-- The same gold a.s.ses,[8]pretty souls!That in this rich and cla.s.sic dome Appear so perfectly at home.The same bright river 'mong the dishes, But _not_--ah! not the same dear fishes-- Late hours and claret kille
- 193 And the fresh Spirit that can warble free Thro' prison-bars its hymn to Liberty!The Scene next changes to a Tailor's Workshop, and a fancifully-arranged group of these Artists is discovered upon the Shop-board--Their task evidently of a _royal_
- 194 I thought the best way, as a dutiful son, Was to do as Old Royalty's self would have done.[3]So I sent word to say, I would keep the whole batch in, The same chest of tools, without cleansing or patching: For tools of this kind, like Martinus's
- 195 There--enough--thy task is done; Present, worthy George's Son; Now, beneath, in letters neat, Write "I SERVE," and all's complete.[1] Perceval.[2] In allusion to "the Book" which created such a sensation at that period.EXTRAC
- 196 EPIGRAM.DIALOGUE BETWEEN A CATHOLIC DELEGATE AND HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF c.u.mBERLAND.Said his Highness to Ned,[1] with that grim face of his, "Why refuse us the _Veto_, dear Catholic Neddy?""Because, Sir," said Ned, looking ful
- 197 FREELY TRANSLATED BY LORD ELDON.The man who keeps a conscience pure, (If not his own, at least his Prince's,) Thro' toil and danger walks secure, Looks big and black and never winces.No want has he of sword or dagger, c.o.c.kt hat or ringlets of
- 198 OCCASIONAL ADDRESS FOR THE OPENING OF THE NEW THEATRE OF ST. STEPHEN, INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN BY THE PROPRIETOR IN FULL COSTUME, ON THE 24TH OF NOVEMBER, 1812.This day a New House for your edification We open, most thinking and right-headed nation!Ex
- 199 Never yet in all their lives lookt so little!REINFORCEMENTS FOR LORD WELLINGTON._suosque tibi commendat, Troja Penates hos cape fatorum comites_.VERGIL.1813.As recruits in these times are not easily got And the Marshal _must_ have them--pray, why should w
- 200 We've the _babies_ in _them_, and the _thunder_ in _you_!The following trifles, having enjoyed in their circulation through the newspapers all the celebrity and length of life to which they were ent.i.tled, would have been suffered to pa.s.s quietly