Oh! could Le Sage’s demon’s gift
Be realized at my desire,
This night my trembling form he’d
To place it on St. Mary’s spire.
Then would, unroof’d, old Granta’

Were my bosom as false as thou dee
I need not have wander’d from far
It was but abjuring my creed to ef
The curse which, thou say’st, is t
If the bad never triumph, then Go

Dear Doctor, I have read your pla
Which is a good one in its way,­
Purges the eyes and moves the bowe
And drenches handkerchiefs like to
With tears, that, in a flux of gri

'Twas after dread Pultowa’s day,
When fortune left the royal Swede
Around a slaughtered army lay,
No more to combat and to bleed.
The power and glory of the war,

Ambition was my idol, which was br
Before the shrines of Sorrow and
And the two last have left me many
O’er which reflection may be made
Now, like Friar Bacon’s brazen he

Stranger! behold, interr’d togethe
The souls of learning and of leath
Poor Joe is gone, but left his al
You’ll find his relics in a stall.
His works were neat, and often fou

Doubtless, sweet girl! the hissing
Wafting destruction o’er thy charm
And hurtling o’er thy lovely head,
Has fill’d that breast with fond a
Surely some envious demon’s force,

When, to their airy hall, my fathe
Shall call my spirit, joyful in th
When, poised upon the gale, my for
Or, dark in mist, descend the moun
Oh! may my shade behold no sculptu

The fight was o’er; the flashing t
Which robes the cannon as he wings
Had ceased; and sulphury vapours u
Had left the Earth, and but pollu
The rattling roar which rung in ev

Born in the garret, in the kitchen
Promoted thence to deck her mistre
Next for some gracious service une
And from its wages only to be gues
Raised from the toilette to the ta