SONG. FROM THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY. THE wretch, condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, And still, as darker grows the night, SONG. O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, Thou, like the world, the' oppress'd oppressing, 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. H EPITAPH ON DR. PARNELL. THIS tomb, inscribed to gentle Parnell's name, 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. 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 the' inglorious stage, PROLOGUE ΤΟ THE TRAGEDY OF ZOBEIDE. In these bold times, when learning's sons explore With Scythian stores and trinkets deeply laden, He this way steers his course, in hopes of trading— Yet ere he lands has order'd me before, To make an observation on the shore. Where are we driven? our reckoning sure is lost! [Upper Gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen them [Pit. Here trees of stately size-and billing turtles in them [Balconies. |