The unanimous three C. A. and B. C. and A. B. All are equal, each to his brother, Preserving the balance of power so true: The great Mussulman Would stain his Divan With Urine the soft-flowing daughter of Fright. IV. But rein your stallion in, too daring Nine! And Proposition, gentle maid, Who soothly ask'd stern Demonstration's aid, Of Angles three Is shown to be of equal side; And now our weary steed to rest in fine, 'Tis raised upon A. B. the straight, the given line. THE NOSE. YE souls unus'd to lofty verse, Who sweep the earth with lowly wing, As erst Prometheus stole from heaven the fire * Empress of Russia. B* Light of this once all darksome spot Where now their glad course mortals run, First-born of Sirius begot Upon the focus of the sun I'll call thee - for such thy earthly name What name so high, but what too low must be? Comets, when most they drink the solar flame Are but faint types and images of thee! Burn madly Fire! o'er earth in ravage run, Then blush for shame more red by fiercer I saw when from the turtle feast The thick dark smoke in volumes rose ! I saw the darkness of the mist Encircle thee, O Nose! Shorn of thy rays thou shott'st a fearful gleam (The turtle quiver'd with prophetic fright) Gloomy and sullen thro' the night of steam : outdone! So Satan's Nose when Dunstan urg'd to flight The furies to madness my brain devote In robes of ice my body wrap! On billowy flames of fire I float, Hear ye, my entrails how they snap ? Some power unseen forbids my lungs to breathe! Proboscis fierce! I am calcin'd! I die ! Thus, like great Pliny, in Vesuvius' fire, I perish in the blaze while I the blaze admire. MONODY ON A TEA-KETTLE. O MUSE who sangest late another's pain, 1789. And let the melancholy dirge complain (While Bats shall shriek and Dogs shall howling run) I heard the Water issuing from the Wound- O Goddess best beloved, delightful Tea! No more wilt thou extend thy willing arms, Receive the fervent Jove and yield him all thy charms ! Rude urg'd t' ignoble place with plaintive din, As if no joy had ever seiz'd my breast When from thy spout the streams did arching fly,--- All the warm raptures of poetic fire! But hark! or do I fancy the glad voice— "What tho' the swain did wondrous charms disclose (Not such did Memnon's sister sable drest) Take these bright arms with royal face imprest, A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice, 1790. ABSENCE. A FAREWELL ODE ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR JESUS COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. WHERE graced with many a classic spoil Cam rolls his reverend stream along, I haste to urge the learned toil That sternly chides my love-lorn song: Illumed by Passion's orient rays, When peace, and Cheerfulness, and Health Ah fair Delights! that o'er my soul On Memory's wing, like shadows fly! The Sun who ne'er remits his fires On heedless eyes may pour the day : The Moon, that oft from Heaven retires, What though she leaves the sky unblest To mourn awhile in murky vest ? When she relumes her lovely Light, SONNET. ON THE SAME. FAREWELL parental scenes! a sad farewell! Adieu, adieu! ye much lov'd cloisters pale! Mingled its tears with hers-my widow'd Parent lorn. TO THE MUSE. THO' no bold flights to thee belong; 1789. WITH FIELDING'S AMELIA. VIRTUES and Woes alike too great for man With just yet vivid coloring portray'd What every wife should be, what many are. |