IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT
LONG had I sought in vain to find
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WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;
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DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BEDCHAMBER
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Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
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Good people all, with one accord
Lament for Madam Blaize,
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ADDRESSED TO THE GENTLEMEN REFLECTED ON IN THE ROSCIAD,
A POEM, BY THE AUTHOR
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WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,
Invites each passing stranger that can pay;
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'Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way,
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INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN SPOKEN FOR 'SHE STOOPS
TO CONQUER'
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HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense;
I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience.
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'Enter' MRS. BULKLEY,
'who curtsies very low as beginning to speak.
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WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,
And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,
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WHAT! five long acts -- and all to make us wiser!
Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser.
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As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure
To swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure;
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HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack;
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THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,
May speak our gratitude, but not his fame.
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Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
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MADAM,
I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour could
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O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
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('Imitated from the Spanish'.)
SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
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FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays,
And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise.
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YE Muses, pour the pitying tear
For Pollio snatch'd away;
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PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS.
WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage,
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IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore
The distant climate and the savage shore;
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Of old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united;
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WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
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AH me! when shall I marry me?
Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me:
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AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,
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JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers
To tell them the reason why asses had ears?
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