STRANGER! behold, interred together, Well stitched and with morocco bound. Malta, May 16, 1811. ON MOORE'S LAST OPERATIC FARCE OR FARCICAL OPERA.2 GOOD plays are scarce, So Moore writes farce: [For Joseph Blacket (1786-1810), see Letters, 1898, i., p. 314. The authority of the epitaph has been questioned.] [Moore's M.P.; or, The Blue Stocking, which was played for the first time at the Lyceum Theatre, September 9, 1811.] The poet's fame grows brittle We knew before But now 'tis Moore that's little. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 295 (note).] [R. C. DALLAS.] YES! wisdom shines in all his mien, Which would so captivate, I ween, Wisdom's own goddess Pallas; That she'd discard her fav'rite owl, And take for pet a brother fowl, Sagacious R. C. Dallas. [First published, Life, Writings, Opinions, etc., 1825, ii. 192.] Some folks for certain have thought it was shocking, When Famine appeals and when That Life should be valued at less than a stocking, And breaking of frames lead to breaking of bones. If it should prove so, I trust, by this token, (And who will refuse to partake in the hope?) That the frames of the fools may be first to be broken, Who, when asked for a remedy, sent [First published, Morning Chron- TO THE HONBLE. MRS GEORGE LAMB. I. THE sacred song that on mine ear Yet vibrates from that voice of thine I heard, before, from one so dear 'Tis strange it still appears divine. 2. But, oh! so sweet that look and tone To her and thee alike is given; It seemed as if for me alone That both had been recalled from 3. And though I never can redeem [First published in The Two Duck- [LA REVANCHE.] I. THERE is no more for me to hope, 2. When all are fled who flatter now, Save thoughts which will not flatter then; And thou recall'st the broken vow To him who must not love again And every drop of grief shall be Undated,? 1812. Lord Thurlow (1781-1829). It was the following stanza from "An Epistle to a Friend," which excited the ridicule of Byron and Moore: "When Rogers o'er this labour bent, Their purest fire the Muses lent, T'illustrate this sweet argument. "Byron," says Moore, "undertook to read it aloud; but he found it impossible to get beyond the first two words. Our laughter had now increased to such a pitch that nothing could restrain it. Two or three times he began; but no sooner had the words 'When Rogers' passed his lips, than our fit burst forth afresh, -- till even Mr Rogers himself found it impossible not to join us."--- Life, p. 181.] I [Hermilda in Palestine was published in |