Behold him humbly cringing wait View him soon after to inferiors At court, the porters, lacqueys, waiters, 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. O Wolfe, to thee a streaming flood of woe, 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. ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING. SURE 'twas by Providence design'd, To save him from Narcissus' fate, A SONNET. WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Lost to every gay delight; Myra, too sincere for feigning, Fears th' approaching bridal night. Yet why impair thy bright perfection! |