ODE XXXVII. FROM ST. STEPHEN'S CHAPEL, NOVEMBER 21. ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE MONODY. O BARD! whene'er you rhyme again, Perchance a tragic muse may stoop To sing of that heroic group, On t'other side the floor. And yet to raise their laurels higher, But such a cord as oft you see On Hounslow's plain swung o'er a tree, And ending in a noose. Tho' none (like TWITCHER) filch a purse, With pirates or with thieves converse, Nor cut a single throat; To rob three millions at a time, With ev'ry brute of Noah's ark, May half, like SACKVILLE, prove alert, Young bees forsake their native hive, Say, when the parent-swarm hath flown, To plunder ev'ry cell? That this be just-hear yon Scotch gang; The genius of starvation! "The faulchion's edge-the cannon's thunder, Shall make America knock-under, Or ruin either nation." Sawney, bring up your corps of blacks, Set oliv'd Indians on their backs, The Russ beat out their brains! The Switzer too shall leave his Alps, With Briton's deal for British scalps, The only trade remains! ELLIS come next-thou boar of boars, The oldest boar within these doors; Yet INNIS 'tis agreed, The boar fam'd Meleager slew, Was a poor harmless boar to you, Of Caledonia's breed. THURLOW approach with rugged DICK, Both sly and saucy as Old Nick, Avow your Bedford-creed: So void of sense-so damn'd audacious, Hotter than that of Athanasius : A direful one indeed! Next for a Nap-behind the clock, While STANLEY and the Surrey Cock Upon their legs appear. Then pause awhile, my dear Sir GREY, And ere you make me run away, This for your Master's ear: "Boreas, whose bloated blust'ring jowl, "Can urge the storm, or can controul, "Keep not so bold a sail! "There's scarce a man will stand the deck; "The vessel lies a perfect wreck; "She'll founder in the gale!" ODE XXXVIII. ADDRESSED TO LORD GEORGE GERMAIN, ON HIS APPROACHING DISSOLUTION. My Lord, to celebrate your praise, And brighten SACKVILLE'S name; Alas! how callous to this wound, Within your canker'd heart : Yet still to keep your nauseous breath, Yes! History's remotest page, |