#Irish #XVIIICentury
Beside yon straggling fence that s… With blossom’d furze unprofitably… There, in his noisy mansion, skill… The village master taught his litt… A man severe he was, and stern to…
IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT LONG had I sought in vain to fin… A likeness for the scribbling kind… The modern scribbling kind, who wr… In wit, and sense, and nature’s sp…
SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make… Expressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
IN IMITATION OF DEAN SW… LOGICIANS have but ill defin’d As rational, the human kind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray… What charm can soothe her melancho… What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover,
STANZAS ON THE TAKING… GENERAL WOLFE AMIDST the clamour of exulting… Which triumph forces from the patr… Grief dares to mingle her soul-pie…
AH me! when shall I marry me? Lovers are plenty; but fail to rel… He, fond youth, that could carry m… Offers to love, but means to decei… But I will rally, and combat the…
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, th’ oppress’…
IN all my Enna’s beauties blest, Amidst profusion still I pine; For though she gives me up her bre… Its panting tenant is not mine.
HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word bef… I’d speak a word or two, to ease m… My pride forbids it ever should be… My heels eclips’d the honours of m… That I found humour in a piebald…
TRANSLATED ARMIES of box that sportively e… And mimic real battles in their ra… Pleased I recount; how, smit with… Two mighty Monarchs met in advers…
PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS. WHAT! no way left to shun th’ in… And save from infamy my sinking ag… Scarce half alive, oppress’d with… What in the name of dotage drives…
1 Of old, when Scarron… 2 Each guest brought his dish,… 3 If our landlord supplies us… 4 Let each guest bring himself… 5 Our Dean shall be venison,…
WHEN lovely woman stoops to foll… And finds too late that men betray… What charm can soothe her melancho… What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover,
