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To see worth and talents to office preferrd; Here's humility in high station !
Oh, the finest show!
Oh, the curious show! To see Mirth, with Innocence, walking the land; Here's dependance, without servility; And Probity taking Free-trade by the hand; Peers, to virtue who owe nobility; And the courts of our law from iniquity clear, Next, where piety weds with prelacy: O then, what a rare revolution were here ! But you scarce will credit, till you see, Derry down, &c.
Such a wondrous show!
A race, who are prouder
To spend their sweet powder
At balls, than on bullets,--a terrible train
Of crimp petit-maitres,
Nice seamsters and plaiters, And tinctures with crimson her form of light! Beau'd out, for the dance of a dainty campaign! Unconscious of guilt ;-at her beauty she blushes, And wraps each proportion and charm from sight.
AIR XXX All hush'd as rock'd infants, all sweet as the folding rose,
TUNE-Ye fairy elves that be.
Divested of constraint,
From mortify'd saw, or saint!
Come all to measureless licence free,
And follow, follow, follow me!
Let lean-ey'd honesty bear Then, fair one, list to me,
His merited weight of care;
And phlegm and conscience dwell
In cynical tub, or cell;
And feast and frolic, come follow me!
To Nature's measureless licence free,
The pedanted priest, who fain Minc'd mien, and conscious eye ;
Would ride, but wants a rein; [show;
To moral us into control, With foibles which, you know, in shame I spare to
Would sour the jovial sou!!
The priest is cunning, and so are we;
Come follow, follow me!
These gauntlets, we understand,
From annals, time out of mind,
Have giv'n due weight to each band
Of the bruisers of mankind. Court nets for enslaving;
Still apt to his occupation Your chaffer for conscience, by barter and lure : Whom no restriction awes; State quacks, and state nurses ;
Whose courage would cuff a nation, Your purging of purses;
And quell both land and laws.
Tune-Ye commons and peers.
Behold, from old times,
Through all customs, and climes,
The meed of ambition and pride!
'T is a gift, my good sirs, Motes, chaff, straw, and feathers,
For him who, with spurs,
Dol de rol, &c. Posts, pensions, and places,
[A trifting air omitted here.] Where talents and office are ever at strife.
With these, I must claim
That heroes are made,
Of a dreadful cockade!
DU ET BETWEEN JUSTICE AND JACI.
AKISE, arise, arise !
Of honesty, where ye lie,
What has grandeur to supply,
What has pleasure to impart ?
Real anguish to the heart !
Here, from time and transience won,
Heav'n already is begun,
Opening in an humble mind.
Fount of truth, seraphic bowl,
Pour the nectar from above ! By naked probity, you acquire
O, descend into the soul,
Thirsting after life and love !
Death is conquer'd, time is pass'd,
Welcome, welcome, joys that last!
Short seducing world, adieu !
FUNERAL PROCESSION, AND DIRGE,
WRETCHED mortals, doom'd to go
Through the vale of death and woe!
Let us travel sad and slow.
Care and sickness, toil and pain,
Here their restless vigils keep: Composes her halcyon nest;
Sighs are all the winds that blow, And sooths and smooths each storm,
Tears are all the streams that flow! That would the fair seat deform;
Virtue hopes reward in vain Herself most frolic, and sweetly free
The gentlest lot she can obtain,
Is but to sit and weep!
Ye dreary mansions of enduring sleep,
Thou silent, though insatiate grave,
Gorg'd with the beauteous and the brave,
Close, close thy maw-thy feast is o'er,
Time and death can give no more!
In Rowena thou hast
Thy consummate repast !
All we held of Hear'n is thine !
Time and death no more can gain
They have all perfection slain!
Many a conflict, many a fight,
Desolation, fear, and flight,
All rush upon my sight!
Yet, through the horrours of this threat'ning sky,
That puts our Indian world again into thy power!
They stand, they stand,
Within thine hand,
This horrid, hostile, ruthless bandThat rules with such resistless sway;
Strike, strike, and save the land ! (Ascends. To whom the mightiest bow submiss, Whom crowds adore, whom kings obey?
SONG OF TRIUMPH AND THANKSGIVING,
BY PRIESTS AND PRIESTESSES.
THUNDER sleeps the storm is o'er;
War and terrour are no more.
See their horrid hosts retire
Painting worlds again respire!
By our conq'ring hero fellid,
Spain is shackled, force is quell'a !
Peace revisits India's shore-
Peace revisits, &c.
Now, through ev'ry glen and glade,
O, ye stars, ye seeds of light,
Peace shall, &c.
My wand demands ye, from Hell, earth, and skies
Arise, arise, arise !
In wedlock, again, loving pairs shall be tied,
[A terrestial Spirit ascends. ] Spirit.—Prince, mourn your search—your gods are
all control'd; Silent, and bow'd before superior power! I dare no more.
Through our clime, &c.
High Priest. Hence, dark and dastard sprite!
[Calib descends in rehite, and sings.]
Mighty emperor, attend;
Great Prussia bids the patriot trump to blow, He dream'd, as by a neighb'ring grange he crept,
The youth upon their coursers vault with grace; Near, and more near, he steals with winking eyes, The coursers neigh, impatient for the chase: Then springs at once, and seizes on his prize. Their short and eager steps the bit restrains : Loud piercing screams th' affrighted welkin fill, They paw and pant, reluctant to the reins. And down his jaws the luscious streams distil. Unfolding gates a spacious passage yield
Ev'n in this rapturous moment, while his taste Forward we move, and issue to the field.
Gorg'd the full riot of a fancy'd feast, Far within cover thoughtless Reynard lay, Lovely's near note, far echoing, pierc'd his ears And slept the riots of the night away.
He wakes, and inward shrinks to shup his fears. Late, from the ravage of a neighb'ring farm, Upward he starts—erects his ears--and then He had withdrawn, impenitent of barm;
Hears the loud “ Hark!"--and down he sinks again. The tainted gales his felon steps pursue,
Trembling he strives to re-assure his heart And tell his travels to the conscious dew.
With a fresh promise of long prosp'ring art; But he, whom many a 'scape had render'd sure, Then with sly caution, crouching as he rose, For slights and wiles unrivall’d, slept secure, From his warm kennel's ancient seat he goes; In unsuspecting spirits blithe and bland,
The seat to which he shall return no more, Nor dreams the dreadful reck’ning is at hand. Now with chill moss and dropping branches hoar.
Trueman, whom for sagacious nose we hail Through frizzled thickets, and through yielding Thechief, first touch'd the scarce-distinguish'd gale;
sprays, His tongue was doubtiul, and no hound replies : He thwarts each path, and treads a puzzling maze. “ Haux ! -- wind him ! -haux !!! - the tuneful So steerd, some devious vessel shifts her sail, huntsian cries.
And, veering, gains upon th' adverse gale. At once the list’ning pack asunder spread,
Now, from the mansion of his late repose
Rank steams and reeking exhalations rose;
And reach the nerves of each inquiring hound:
they cast, More joyous now, and louder by degrees,
And in full concert hail the rich repast. Warm, and more warm, they catch the coming The sculking caitiff, who beneath the spread breeze.
Of fav'ring umbrage veil'd his luckless head, Now with full symphony they jointly hail
Close at his ear believes the distant peals, The welcome tidings of a surer gale;
And a whole host of demons at his heels. Along the vale they pour the swelling note; His instant terrours cast all wiles away, Their ears and dewlaps on the morning float. He breaks from cover, and demands the day: How vainly art aspires, by rival sounds,
O'er the fair field he fies his num'rous foes, To match the native melody of hounds!
And down the wind, as swift as wind he goes. Not eunuchs, warbling in the vocal choir,
A watchful scout his bold elopement spiesThough join'd by pipe and string, such bliss inspire,“ Ho!--tally-ho!"_triumphantly he cries. When with joint sense they quaff the tainted gale, His rash alarm the gen'rous Marcus blamesAnd in fall concert ring their morning peal: “ Law!--give him law !"-as loudly he exclaims. The list'ning planets from their orbits bend, The distant sportsmen gather at the shout, And the still elements with joy attend.
As bees they buzz and close their chief about; Again the doubtful scent our hope defeats : The fervid youth attending crowd the plain, " To cover-hark !"—the huntsman's voice repeats. And bind the crested coursers to the rein. (throats, Wide on the left a neighb'ring copse was spread, The choiring hounds, with deep harmonious And thither th' obsequious pack he led.
Fill the charm'd wood, and swell the doubling notes; But more aloof the parting sportsmen scout, Sweeter than those of that enchanting strain Watch ev'ry path, and skirt the wood about. That still'd the surge on the Trinacrian main, The huntsman now, with expectation flush, [bush: When to the mast, the Grecian, wisely bound, “ Haux, fox!” he cries, and strikes the hopeful Scarce dard the tempting magic of the sound. To cover straight the spreading hounds now take, The dogs, a travers'd labyrinth unwind, Snuff ev'ry tuft, and spy in ev'ry brake.
Subtler than that which Dædalus design'd. Again the breeze betrays the tainted ground, By slow degrees the doubling wile is won, And Lovely tells the gladsome tidings round; Trac'd through the shade, and push'd into the sun; “ Hark! - Lovely!-hark!”-deep echoing glens There the broad airs a livelier scent assume, resound.
And greet their senses with a full perfume. Ah, hapless foxes ! ever blind to fate!
Then, as a shaft from the withholding thong, Without a cause dejected and elate.
They shoot away, and pour the plains along. Darkling ye walk, unconscious of your end,
No more the youth their eager steeds restrain; Nor mark the gath'ring mischiefs that impend! Ardent they start, and loose the granted rein ; The shrewd and simple share an equal lot The steeds spring forth, and from the rein unbound, In death the wizard finds himself a sot.
Devour the less’ning distance of the ground; That luckless morn, when first along the glade They stretch and strain each nerve and active limb, The tell-tale dews his nightly steps betray'd, Sweep down the slopes, and o'er the levels skim. Wrapp'd in soft slumbers Reynard press’d his bed, Their force a gen'rous emulation fires ; And there on visionary poultry fed.
Beneath our speed the fleeting earth retires.