Thrice happy bird! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men, And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine, And such a head between 'em. The Country Parson's Blessings. Of humour good, of mirth and sense, Of mutton, beef, or fowl, or fish ; Thus joyous do I pass my life, The Happy Fire-Side. THE hearth was clean, the fire clear, The kettle on for tea; PALEMON, in his elbow chair, Pray'd to Almighty Jove, 1 Fresh verdure decks the grove; Here, freely hop from spray to spray, 1 lere bathe your plumes, here drink your fill, And revel in the shade. lo school-boy rude, to mischief prone, E'er shews his ruddy face, r twangs his bow, or hurls a stone, In this sequester'd place. ither the vocal thrush repairs; Secure the linnet sings; he goldfinch dreads no slimy snares To clog her painted wings. d Philomel! ah, quit thy haunt Yon distant woods among, od round my friendly grotto chant Thy sweetly plaintive song. t not the harmless red-breast fear, Domestic bird, to come, nd seek a sure asylum here, With one that loves his home. y trees for you, ye artless tribe! Shall store of fruit preserve: ! let me thus your friendship bribe; Come, feed, without reserve. r you these cherries I protect, To you these plain's belong; teet is the fruit that you have peck'd, But sweeter far your song. S [Let then this league betwixt us made Our mutual interests guard Mine be the gift of fruit and shade; Your songs be my reward. Address to a Nightingale. THOMSON. best poet of the grove, That can ne'er belong to thee, Blest in the full possession of thy love: Olend that strain, sweet Nightingale! to me. 'Tis mine, alas! to mourn my wretched fate; I love a maid who all my bosom charms, Yet lose my days without this lovely mate; Inhuman Fortune keeps her from my arms. You, happy birds! by nature's simple laws Lead your soft lives, sustain'd by nature's fare; You dwell wherever roving Fancy draws, And love and song is all your pleasing care: But we, vain slaves of int'rest and of pride, Dare not be blest, lest envious tongues should blame; And hence in vain I languish for my bride: O mourn with me, sweet bird! my hapless flame." RETALIATION: A Poem. GOLDSMITH, The title and nature of this Porм shew that it owed its birth to some preceding circumstances of festive merriment, which from the wit of the company, and the very ingenious Author's peculiar oddities were probably enlivened by some strokes of humour. This piece was only intended for the Doctor's private amusement, amb that of the particular friends who were its subject pand he unfortunately did not live to revise, or eveh finish it, in the manner which he intended. The public have, however, already shewn how much they were pleased with its appearance, even in its present form. Or old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord supplies us with beef and with fish, Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish: The master of the St. James's Coffee-house, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterd in this poem, held an occasional club. Doctor Barnard, Dean of Derry in Ireland, author of many ingenious pieces. : Mr. Edmund Burke, member for Wendover, and one of the greatest orators in this kingdom.. Mr. William Burke, late Secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin. Mr. Richard Burke, Collector of Grenada, no less remarkable in the walks of wit and humour n his brother Edmund Burke is justly distinguished in all the branches of useful and polite literature 3K2 Our. Our Cumberland's sweet-bread its place shall The pupil of impulse, it forc'd him along, plain; His conduct still right, with his argument obtain, And + Douglas is pudding substantial and lamb, Reynolds is That ** Hickey's a capon; and by the same rule Till all my companions sink under the table; Letine ponder, and tell what I think of the dead. Here lies the good Dean, re-united to earth, Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt, We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much; Tho' fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat a vote; To persuade ++TommyTownshend to lend him [refining, Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; sigh at, Alas, that such frolic should now be so quiet! Now teasing and rexing, yet laughing at all! But, missing his mirth and agreeable vein, The Terence of England, the mender of hear own. Say, where has our poet this malady caugh Or wherefore his characters thus without Say, was it, that vainly directing his view To find out men's virtues, and finding them Quite sick of pursuing each troublesome Tho' equal to all things, for all things unfit, He grew lazy at last, and drew from hims Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit: Here Douglas retires from his toils to re For a patriot too cool; for a drudge disobedient; The scourge of impostors, the terror of que And too fond of the right to pursue the expe-Come, all ye quack bards, and ye qua dient. [Sir, In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd or in place. a While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't; I divines, Come and dance on the spot where your *Author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces. + Doctor Douglas, Canon of Windsor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less de guished himself as a Citizen of the World, than a sound Critic, in detecting several literary mist or rather forgeries, of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History Popes. David Garrick, Esq. joint Patentee and acting Manager of the Theatre Royal Drury-lant Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar, the relish of whose ag and pointed conversation is admitted, by all his acquaintance, to be very properly compared above sauce. Sir Johua Reynolds, Í'resident of the Royal Academy." *** An eminent A ++ Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch. ¶Mr. Richard Burke. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs at times, the Doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of retributive justice for breas jests upon other people Macphe compile; Macpherson write bombast, and call it a style; Here Reynolds is laid; and to tell you my Our Townshend make speeches; and I shall He has not left a wiser or better behind: [mind, [over, His pencil was striking, resistless, and grands New Lauders and Bowers the Tweed shall cross His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; No countryman living their tricks to discover: Still born to improve us in every part, Detection her taper shall quench to a spark, His pencil our faces, his manners our hearts And Scotchman meet Scotchman and cheat in To coxcombs averse, yet most civilly steering, the dark. When they judg'd without skill he was still hard of hearing; Here lies David Garrick, describe him who An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man; When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff LINES from Dr. BARNARD, Dean of Derry, to Dr. GOLDSMITH and Mr. CUMBERLAND. us so merry, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art; Like an ill-judging beauty his colours he spread, And beplaster'd with rouge his own natural red. DEAR Noll and dear Dick, since you've made On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; [Derry! Twas only that when he was off he was acting; Accept the best thanks of the poor Dean of With no reason on earth to go out of his way, Tho'l here must confess that your meat and He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day; your wine [very fine; Tho' secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick Are not quite to my taste, tho' they're both f they were not his own by finessing and trick; For sherry's a liquor monastic, you own; le cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, Now there's nothing I hate so-as drinking For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, alone: It may do for your monks, or your curates and sauce is nd the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame; ill his relish grown callous, almost to disease, hopepper'd the highest was sure best to please. at let us be candid, and speak out our mind, So soon as you please, you may serve me your dunces applauded, he paid them in kind. But instead of your sherry pray make me a e Kenricks, ye Kellys, and Woodfalls so grave, bishop! 'hat a commerce was yours, while you got and you gave! ow did Grub-street re-echo the shouts that] you rais'd, On Dr. GOLDSMITH's Characteristicul sent us? fus? [prais'd! hile he was be-Roscius'd, and you were beit peace to his spirit, wherever it flies, Fact as an angel, and mix with the skies! lose poets who owe their best fame to his skill, Is this the great poet whose works so content all still be his flatterers, go where he will;This Goldmith's fine feast, who has written Shakspeare receive him with praise and with love, id slander itself must allow him good nature: [thumper; fine books? [cooks. Heaven sends us good meat-but the Devil sends cherish'd his friend, and he relish'd a HERE, Hermes, says Jove, who with nectar bumper; t one fault he had; and that one was a Go fetch me some clay-I will make an odd haps you may ask if the man was a miser? Right or wrong shall be jumbled-much gold aswer, No, no, for he always was wiser: [he cross. > courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? Without cause be he pleas'd, without cause be very worst foe can't accuse him of that. Be sure, as I work, to throw in contradictions; haps he confided in men as they go, A great love of truth, yet a mind turn'd to d so was too foolishly honest?—Ah no! fictions: en what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ve, Now mix these ingredients, which, warm'd in the baking, [raking. was, could be help it? a special attorney. Turn to learning, and gaming, religion, and Sir Joshua Reynolds was so remarkably deaf as to be under the necessity of using an ear-trumpet ompany. With the love of a wench, let his writings be!" But who hath eyes to trace the passing wind? chaste; [with fine taste; "How then thy fairy footreps can I find? Tip his tongue with strange matter, his pen " Dost thou, bewilder'd, wander all alone That the rake and the poet o'er all may prevail, "In the green thicket of a my stone; Set fire to the head, and set fire to the tail: "Or tumbled from the toadstool's slipper For the joy of each sex, on the world I'll be- ** round, [group stow it, [and Poet: Perhaps, all maim'd, le proveling on is This Scholar, Rake, Christian, Dupe, Gamester," Dost thou imbosom'd in the lovely rose, Tho' a mixture so odd, he shall merit great" Or sunk within the peach's down, repos fame, [his name!" Within the king-cup if thy limbs arespa And among brother mortals-be GOLDSMITH" Or in the golden cowslip's velvet head, When on earth this strange meteor no more "O shew me. Flora, 'midst those free "flow'r [here! shall appear, Пbow You, Hermes, shall fetch him to make us sport" Where sleeps my Grildrig in this ing "But, ah! I fear thy little fancy roves "On little females, and on little loves, The Lamentation of GLUMDALCLITCH for the Thy pigmy childsen, and thy tiny sponte, Loss of GRILDRIG. A Pastoral... GAY. Soon as Glumdalelitch miss'd her pleasing care, The baby playthings that adorn thy hou "Doors, windows, chimneys, and the spac "rooms, "Equal in size to cells of honey-combs. She wept, she blubber'd, and she tore her hair." Hast thou for these now ventur'd from No British miss sincerer grief has known, "shore, Her squirrel missing, or her sparrow flown. "Thy bark a bean-shell, and a straw thre In vain she search'd each cranny of the house, She dragg'd the cruet, but no Grildrig found, " paw, "Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? "Who from a page can ever learn the truth? "Vers'd in coart-tricks, that money-loving boy "To some lord's daughter sold the living toy; "Or rent him limb from limb, in cruel play, "As children tear the wings of flies away. "From place to place o'er Brobdignag I'll roam, "And never will return, or bring thee home. Supposed sorrel. Parsley. • Vulgo, salary. Mimic the actions of a real man? "No more behold thee turn my watch's i "As seamen at a capstern anchors weigh "How wast thou wont to walk with c <«< tread, "A dish of tea, like milk-pail, on thy ha "How chase the mite that bore thy an "away, "And keep the rolling maggot at a bay!” A Receipt for stewing Keal. You may but it or steal; Must season this knuckle; With other herbs muckle; That which kill'd king↑ Will; And what never stands still. Some sprigs of that bed Where children are bred; Gu This is by Dr. Bentley thought to be time or th Vide Chamberlayne. |