SONG. O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, And turning all the past to pain. 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 pleasure 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. EPITAPH ON THE REV. DR. PARNELL. THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name, More lasting rapture from his works shall rise, HERE lies poor EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON. Ned Purdon, from misery freed, He led such a damnable life in this world- *This person was educated at Trinity college, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Vol. taire's Henriade. Goldsmith's epitaph is nearly a translation from a little piece of De Cailly's, called La mort du Sire Es tienne. 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 the' inglorious stage, Scarce half alive, oppress'd with many a year, * This translation was first printed in one of Goldsmith's earliest works. The present state of Learning in Europe," 12mo. 1759. PROLOGUE TO THE TRAGEDY OF ZOBEIDE. In these bold times, when Learning's sons explore And quit for Venus many a brighter here; With Scythian stores and trinkets deeply laden, To make an observation on the shore. Where are we driven! our reck'ning sure is lost! Yon ill-foreboding cloud seems big with thunder: [Upper gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em [Pit. Here trees of stately size—and billing turtles in 'em [Balconies. Here ill-condition'd oranges abound- [Stage. And apples, bitter apples, strew the ground: The' inhabitants are cannibals I fear: [Tasting them. I heard a hissing-there are serpents here! [her, 92 EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES. This is his first adventure; lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade. What, no reply to promises so ample? EPILOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT. HOLD! prompter, hold! a word before your non sense; I'd speak a word or two to ease my conscience. My heels eclips'd the honours of my head; [Takes off his mask. The joy that dimples, and the woe that weeps. |