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Poetry.
MARIE ANTOINETTE . t In ^ cr fa-it .. ' tic i :: ietir . sh : ( IcittJ - u-i r , f the court- to collect into a son-: ali the t 1 cf : ctsase ; ilieti ' o h-. r by he :- ueitiies . Hou-1 :. acqultt d himself will apji-. u tr' , 1 . 1 these stanzas : ]
Vovr . Ez-vovs saroir lesondit , Qui courent sur Thernire ? Orulit que par fois son esprit , Paroit etre en delire . Ouoi ! de bonne foi ? Oui , mais , croyez moi , Elle fait si bien fa ! ire , Que sa deraison , Fussiez vous Caton
, Auroit J ' art de vous plaire . On dit que le trop de bon sens Jamais ne la tourmente ; On dit meme qu ' un grain d'encens La ravit et l ' encliatite , Ouoi ! de bonne foi ? Oui , maiz croyez moi , Elle fait si bien faire
, One meme les dieux Bescendroient descieit .-c Pour I ' ensenser sur terre . Vous donne-t-elle un rendez-vous , De plaisir ou d'affaire , On dit qn ' oubliant 1 'heureet vous , Four elle , e'est misere . Ouoi ! de bonne foi ?
Oui . mais crovez moi ? Se revoit-on pres d ' elle , Adieu tous ses fOTts , Le terns meme alors , S ' envole a fire-d ' aile . Sans l ' egoisme rien n ' est hon C ' est-la sa loi supreme ; Aussi s ' aime-t-lelledit-on
, , D ' une tendresse extreme . Ouoi ! debonne foi ? Oui mais croyez moi , Xaiissez-lui sonsysleme ; Pent on la bliimer , Desavoir aimer Ce que tout le monde aime ?
TUAS SLATED . Woi-cps ' -r ( houknow what rumours say , On fair Themira when they dwell , 'Tis said , her spirits , frank and gay , To folly ' s bounds will sometimes swell . Are these things so ? Thev are- —but know , Her trifling lias so sweet an air , That
spar'd from philosophic toil , Even Cato ' s rigid self would smile , And censure , so misplac'd , would spare . They say , Reflection never haunts The soft recesses of her mind ; That her sweet breast for flattery pants , - And joy can in its incense find . Are these things so ?
Ther arc—but know , That in her pleasure-sparkling eyes , _ So many nameless charms combine , That God , descending from the skies , Would oiler incense at her shrine .
For pleasure or for business made , Does she abless'd appointment give ? They say , forgetful why she staid , You ' re left through tedious hours togrieye . Are these things so ? They are—but know , That , happy in her converse gay , And all your fleeting wrongs forgot , blest
So , so pleasing is your iot , On swiftest wing Time flies away . They say , that conscious of her charms , Of charms all ' others which excel , Unmindful how the topic harms , She ever on herself can dwell ? Are these things so ? They are—but know ,
To no false height hersoul aspires , If on her charms her thoughts repose , She feels , what each beholder knows , What all the gazing world admires . '
EPITAPH ON THE RIGHT HON . EDMUND BURKE . ^ Burke here lies the cold , inactive clay ; His soul exulting in perpetual day : With universal genius born to shine ; Ali themesat onceto strengthenand
re-, , , fine ; Science , in aid of Fancy to engage ; And pour it , soften'd , on his ardent page . Survey the beauties of his classic mind ; The critic leaves Longinus far behind . Hear the great legislator plead the cause Of instituted , of eternal laws ; Oppression , and rapacity submit
To matchless reason , eloquence , and wit . See , while his thunders iron hearis assail , The tyrants of each hemisphere turn pale ! Hail ! shade beatified ! thou friend of man ! Friend of God ' s mortal , and immortal plan ! Thy noble works , that guard us while we live , Of heavenly bliss a demonstration give : surel
For y minds like thine can never die ; They mount , by nature , and assert the sky ; Their glory fires us , to our latest breath : Protects , thro' life : and animates , in death !
EPITAPH ON PARKER . FROM THE EnUSSELLSl'APEn . Ci-git Parker . Ne pour agiter PAngleterre , <¦ II agila la mer , il agita la terre , Et Unit par agiter Pair . IMITATION OF THE ABOVE FRENCH EPITAPH
H ERE Parker rests , who fir'A the brand With which wild Faction raves , Whose treason shook his native land , And Albion's subject -waves . The rebel , as he fail'd to share One element ' s compliance , Kick'd , at the last , th'indignant air , In token of defiance .
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Poetry.
MARIE ANTOINETTE . t In ^ cr fa-it .. ' tic i :: ietir . sh : ( IcittJ - u-i r , f the court- to collect into a son-: ali the t 1 cf : ctsase ; ilieti ' o h-. r by he :- ueitiies . Hou-1 :. acqultt d himself will apji-. u tr' , 1 . 1 these stanzas : ]
Vovr . Ez-vovs saroir lesondit , Qui courent sur Thernire ? Orulit que par fois son esprit , Paroit etre en delire . Ouoi ! de bonne foi ? Oui , mais , croyez moi , Elle fait si bien fa ! ire , Que sa deraison , Fussiez vous Caton
, Auroit J ' art de vous plaire . On dit que le trop de bon sens Jamais ne la tourmente ; On dit meme qu ' un grain d'encens La ravit et l ' encliatite , Ouoi ! de bonne foi ? Oui , maiz croyez moi , Elle fait si bien faire
, One meme les dieux Bescendroient descieit .-c Pour I ' ensenser sur terre . Vous donne-t-elle un rendez-vous , De plaisir ou d'affaire , On dit qn ' oubliant 1 'heureet vous , Four elle , e'est misere . Ouoi ! de bonne foi ?
Oui . mais crovez moi ? Se revoit-on pres d ' elle , Adieu tous ses fOTts , Le terns meme alors , S ' envole a fire-d ' aile . Sans l ' egoisme rien n ' est hon C ' est-la sa loi supreme ; Aussi s ' aime-t-lelledit-on
, , D ' une tendresse extreme . Ouoi ! debonne foi ? Oui mais croyez moi , Xaiissez-lui sonsysleme ; Pent on la bliimer , Desavoir aimer Ce que tout le monde aime ?
TUAS SLATED . Woi-cps ' -r ( houknow what rumours say , On fair Themira when they dwell , 'Tis said , her spirits , frank and gay , To folly ' s bounds will sometimes swell . Are these things so ? Thev are- —but know , Her trifling lias so sweet an air , That
spar'd from philosophic toil , Even Cato ' s rigid self would smile , And censure , so misplac'd , would spare . They say , Reflection never haunts The soft recesses of her mind ; That her sweet breast for flattery pants , - And joy can in its incense find . Are these things so ?
Ther arc—but know , That in her pleasure-sparkling eyes , _ So many nameless charms combine , That God , descending from the skies , Would oiler incense at her shrine .
For pleasure or for business made , Does she abless'd appointment give ? They say , forgetful why she staid , You ' re left through tedious hours togrieye . Are these things so ? They are—but know , That , happy in her converse gay , And all your fleeting wrongs forgot , blest
So , so pleasing is your iot , On swiftest wing Time flies away . They say , that conscious of her charms , Of charms all ' others which excel , Unmindful how the topic harms , She ever on herself can dwell ? Are these things so ? They are—but know ,
To no false height hersoul aspires , If on her charms her thoughts repose , She feels , what each beholder knows , What all the gazing world admires . '
EPITAPH ON THE RIGHT HON . EDMUND BURKE . ^ Burke here lies the cold , inactive clay ; His soul exulting in perpetual day : With universal genius born to shine ; Ali themesat onceto strengthenand
re-, , , fine ; Science , in aid of Fancy to engage ; And pour it , soften'd , on his ardent page . Survey the beauties of his classic mind ; The critic leaves Longinus far behind . Hear the great legislator plead the cause Of instituted , of eternal laws ; Oppression , and rapacity submit
To matchless reason , eloquence , and wit . See , while his thunders iron hearis assail , The tyrants of each hemisphere turn pale ! Hail ! shade beatified ! thou friend of man ! Friend of God ' s mortal , and immortal plan ! Thy noble works , that guard us while we live , Of heavenly bliss a demonstration give : surel
For y minds like thine can never die ; They mount , by nature , and assert the sky ; Their glory fires us , to our latest breath : Protects , thro' life : and animates , in death !
EPITAPH ON PARKER . FROM THE EnUSSELLSl'APEn . Ci-git Parker . Ne pour agiter PAngleterre , <¦ II agila la mer , il agita la terre , Et Unit par agiter Pair . IMITATION OF THE ABOVE FRENCH EPITAPH
H ERE Parker rests , who fir'A the brand With which wild Faction raves , Whose treason shook his native land , And Albion's subject -waves . The rebel , as he fail'd to share One element ' s compliance , Kick'd , at the last , th'indignant air , In token of defiance .