THE LOGICIANS REFUTED IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT 1 LOGICIANS have but ill defin'd Have strove to prove with great precision, But for my soul I cannot credit 'em ; Than reason-boasting mortal's pride; Who ever knew an honest brute At law his neighbour prosecute, Or friends beguile with lies and flattery? No politics disturb their mind; They eat their meals, and take their sport, Nor know who's in or out at court; They never to the levee go To treat as dearest friend, a foe; Nor ever cringe to men in place; [ First printed in The Busy Body, 18th October, 1759, with the heading :-"The following poem, written by Dr. SWIFT, is communicated to the Public by the BUSY BODY, to whom it was presented by a Nobleman of distinguished Learning and Taste." But tradition, and the early editors, ascribe the lines to Goldsmith.] Nor undertake a dirty job, Nor draw the quill to write for B-b.1 View him soon after to inferiors, At court, the porters, lacqueys, waiters, A SONNET 2 WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th' approaching bridal night. [1 Sir Robert Walpole.] [ First printed in The Bee, 20th October, 1759. It is said to be an imitation of Denis Sanguin de St. Pavin, d. 1670.] Yet, why impair thy bright perfection? STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATH OF GENERAL 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 pleasures start. O Wolfe! to thee a streaming flood of woe, Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear ; Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow, Whilst thy sad fate exhorts the heart-wrung tear. Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled, And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes: Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though deadSince from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise! AN ELEGY ON THAT GLORY OF HER SEX, GOOD people all, with one accord, [First printed in The Busy Body, 20th October, 1759, a week after the news of Wolfe's death (on 13th September previous) had reached England.] [ First printed in The Bee, 27th October, 1759. It is modelled on the old song of M. de la Palice, a version of which is to be found in Part iii. of the Ménagiana.] The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighbourhood to please, At church, in silks and satins new, But now her wealth and finery fled, The doctors found, when she was dead,-- Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she lived a twelve-month more,— DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way, [First printed in a Chinese Letter in The Public Ledger, 2nd May, 1760, afterwards Letter xxix. of The Citizen of the World, 1762, i. 121.] [2i.e."entire butt beer" or porter.] There in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug, The Muse found Scroggen stretch'd beneath a rug; 1 With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scor'd, ON SEEING MRS. * * PERFORM IN THE CHARACTER OF * * ** 4 FOR you, bright fair, the Nine address their lays, While soul-brought tears steal down each shining face. Vide note I, p. 29.] William Augustus, Duke of Cumberland, 1721-65,-probably a silhouette.] Cf. The Deserted Village, p. 29: "A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day."] [From Letter lxxxii. of The Citizen of the World, 1762, ii. 87, first printed in The Public Ledger, 21st October, 1760. The verses are intended as a specimen of the newspaper muse.] |