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No more we meet in yonder bowers;

Absence has made me prone to roving But older, firmer hearts than ours

Have found monotony in loving.

Your cheek's soft bloom is unimpair'c New beauties, still, are daily bright ning.

Your eye, for conquest beams prepar'A The forge of love's resistless lightning

Arm'd thus, to make their bosoms ble«| Many will throng, to sigh like ci« love!

More constant they may prove, indeed Fonder, alas! they ne'er can be, love 1806.

[First printed, December, 1806.]


Woman! experience might have told m That all must love thee, who beho thee:

Surely experience might have taught
Thy firmest promises are nought;
But, plac'd in all thy charms before mi
All I forget, but to adore thee.
Oh memory! thou choicest blessing,
When join'd with hope, when still pa

But how much curst by every lover
When hope is fled, and passion's over
Woman, that fair and fond deceiver.
How prompt are striplings to believe ho
How throbs the pulse, when first we vie
The eye that rolls in glossv blue,
Or sparkles black, or mildlv throws
A beam from under hazel brows!
How quick we credit everv oath.
And hear her plight the willing troth!
Fondly we hope 'twill last for aye,
When, lo! she changes in a day.
This record will for ever stand,
"Woman, thy vows are trae'd in sand.'
[First printed, December, 1806 ]

1 The last line is almost a literal translate from a Spanish proverb.

[The last line is not "almost a literal tral AN* OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE, 4


Sesce the refinement of this polish'd age Has swept immoral raillery from the stage;

Since taste has now expung'd licentious wit,

Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ;

Since, now, to please with purer scenes we seek,

Nor dare to call the blush from Beauty's cheek;

Oh! let the modest Muse some pity claim,

And meet indulgence — though she find not fame.

Still, cot for her alone, we wish respect,
Others appear more conscious of defect:
To-night no %<ei'ran Roscii you behold,
In all the arts of scenic action old;
No Cooke, no Kemble, can salute you

NoStDDONS draw the sympathetic tear;
To-night you throng to witness the debut
Of embryo Actors, to the Drama new:
Here, then, our almost unftedg'd wings
we try:

Clip not our pinions, ere the birds can

r ailing in this our first attempt to soar, Drooping, alas 1 we fall to rise no more.

Vrr* from a Spanish proverb." but an adic* irioo of part of a stanzn frvm the Di*ina of J"r?r de Munfc major.

[Sottber. in his LeQert from S/vin, 1707, pp. 87-vf, gives p. specimen of the Diana, and render* the line* in question thus —

Aed Lnre behead us from his secret stand, reared his triumph. l;ui(rbin£, to behold me. ... To see rae trust a writing traced in sand. To tee me credit what a woman told me."l

enacted Pc-nruddock. in The Wheel of Frrtwxr. and Tristram Fickle, in AHincham's fanre of The Wrethfrenck, for three n^hts. in *^«e private theatricals at Southwell, in 1806, with ;rreat applause. The occasional prologue vr **ir volunteer plav was also of my comV ." — IzXers, 1*51, v. 455-1

Not one poor trembler, only, fear betrays, Who hopes, yet almost dreads to meet

your praise; But all our Dramatis Persona? wait, In fond suspense this crisis of their fate. No venal views our progress can retard, Your generous plaudits are our sole


For these, each Hero all his power displays,

Each timid Heroine shrinks before your gaze:

Surely the last will some protection find 1 None, to the softer sex, can prove unkind: •

While Youth and Beauty form the

female shield, The sternest Censor to the fair must


Yet, should our feeble efforts nought avail,

Should, after all, our best endeavours fail;
Still, let some mercy in your bosoms live,
And, if you can't applaud, at least

[First printed, December, 1806.]

Emza! what fools are the Mussulman


Who, to woman, deny the soul's

future existence; Could they see thee, Eliza I they'd own

their defect, And this doctrine would meet with a

general resistance.

Had their Prophet possess'd half an atom of sense, He ne'er would have woman from

Paradise driven; Instead of his Hoitris, a flimsy pretence, With woman alone he had peopled his Heaven.


Yet, still, to increase your calamities more,

Not content with depriving your bodies of spirit,

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The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,

Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,

The green sparkles bright with a Tear.


The Soldier braves death

For a fanciful wreath In Glory's romantic career;

But he raises the foe

When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.


If, with high-bounding pride,

He return to his bride, Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;

All his toils are repaid

When, embracing the maid, From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.


Sweet scene of my youth! Seat of Friendship and Truth, Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year;

Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd, For a last look I turn'd, But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear.

Though my vows I can pour,

To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,

In the shade of her bow'r,

I remember the hour, 5>he rewarded those vows with a Tear.


By another possest,'

May she live ever blest! Her name still my heart must revere:

With a sigh I resign,

What I once thought was mine, And forgive her deceit with a Tear.

1 [Mary Chaworth was married in 1805.]



Ye friends of my heart,

Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:

If again we shall meet,

In this rural retreat, May we meet, as we part, with .1 Tear.


When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its

As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.


May no marble bestow
The splendour of woe,
Which the children of Vanity rear;
No fiction of fame
Shall blazon my name,
All I ask, all I wish, is a Tear.

October 26, 1806.
[First printed, December, 1806.]



Why, Pigot, complain
Of this damsel's disdain,

Why thus in despair do you fret?
For months you may try,
Yet, believe me, a sigh

Will never obtain a coquette.


Would you teach her to love?

For a time seem to rove; At first she may frown in a pet;

But leave her awhile,

She shortly will smile, And then you may kiss your coquette.

For such arc the airs

Of these fanciful fairs,
They think all our homage a debt:

Yet a partial neglect

Soon takes an effect,
And humbles the proudest coquette.


Dissemble your pain,
And lengthen your chain,

And seem her hauteur to regret;
If again you shall sigh,
She no more will deny,

That yours is the rosy coquette.


If still, from false pride,

Your pangs sVie deride, This whimsical virgin forget;

Some other admire,

Who will melt with your fire, And laugh at the little coquette.


For me, I adore

Some twenty or more, And love them most dearly; but yet,

Though my heart they enthral,

I'd abandon them all, Did they act like your blooming coquette.


No longer repine,
Adopt this design,
And break through her slight-woven

Away with despair,
No longer forbear
To fly from the captious coquette.


Then quit her, my friend!
Your bosom defend,
Ere quite with her snares you're beset:
Lest your deep-wounded heart,
When incens'd by the smart
Should lead you to curse the coquette.

October 27, 1806.
[First printed, December, 1806.)

GRANTA. A MEDLEY. Kpar^aeis.1

Oh! could Le Sage's ' demon's gift

Be realis'd at my desire, This night my trembling form he'd li;

To place it on St Mary's spire.


Then would, unroof'd, old Granta'sha!

Pedantic inmates full display; Fellows who dream on laum or stalls,

The price of venal votes to pay.


Then would I view each rival wight, Petty and Palmerston survey;

Who canvass there, with all their migh Against the next elective day.3


Lo! candidates and voters lie

All lull'd in sleep, a goodly number

A race renovvn'd for piety,

Whose conscience won't disturb the slumber.


Lord H ,* indeed, may not demur

Fellows are sage, reflecting men:

They know preferment can occur, But very seldom, — now and then.


They know the Chancellor has got
Some pretty livings in disposal:

1 ["Fight with silver spears" {i.e. with bribe"ana tlinu sh.iit prevail in all tilings." Reply the Pvthian Oracle to Philip of Macedon.]

•The Diable Baileux of Le Sage, «hc Asmodeus, the demon, places Don Clcofas rm elevated situation, and unrnofs the bouae* E inspection. [Don Clcofas, clinging to the clo. of Asmodeus, i> carried through the air lo t summit of S. Salvador.]

* [On the death of Pitt, in January, iHort, Le Henry Petty beat Lord Palmerston in the c< test for the representation of the University Camnridwe in Parliament.]

* [Probably Lord Henry Petty.]

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