SONG. O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain; Thou, like the world, th' opprest oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe! And he who wants each other blessing, In thee must ever find a foe. 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. Oh, 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. G EPITAPH ON DR. PARNELL. THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name, That leads to truth through pleasure's flow'ry way! And Heav'n, 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. PROLOGUE, WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUS, A Roman Knight, WHOM CÆSAR FORCED UPON THE STAGE. PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS. WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage, |