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What annual offering shall I make
Expressive of my duty ?
My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
Should I at once deliver,
The gift, who slights the giver ?
A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,
My rivals give—and let 'em; If gems, or gold, impart a joy,
I'll give them—when I get 'em.
I'll give—but not the full-blown rose,
Or rose-bud more in fashion; Such short-liv'd off'rings but disclose
A transitory passion.
I'll give thee something yet unpaid,
Not less sincere than civil: I'll give thee--ah! too charming maid,
I'll give thee-to the devil.
Non pas essence, non pas pommade,
ON THE GLORY OF JER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE.*
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom pass d her door,
And always found her kind;
Who left a pledge behind.
She strove the neighborhood to please,
With manners wondrous winning;
Unless when she was sinning.
[These lines were first printed in “ The Bee,” 1759. Mr. Croker observes, in a communication to the editor :-" The elegy on Madam Blaize, and the better part of that on the Death of a Mad Dog, are closely imitated from a well-known French string of absurdities called · La Chanson du fameux la Galisse;" one of many versions of which you will find in ibe Vénagiana, vol. iii. p. 29. I shall select two or three stanzas as examples :
** Messieurs, vous plait-il d'ouir
L'air du fameux la Galisme,
Pourvu qu'll you divertisse.
On dit que dans ses amours,
Il fut caressé des belles,
Tant qu'il marche devant elles,
Il fut par im triste sort,
Blessé d'une main cruelle;
Que la plaje était mortelle.")
At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size;
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was sought, I do aver
By twenty beaux and more;
When she has walk'd before.
But now her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,
For Kent-street well may say,
She bad not died to-day.
DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER
Where the Red Lion staring o'er the way,
(First printed, in 1760, in “ The Citizen of the World." See vol. ii. p. 127. On this subject Goldsmith had projected an heroi-comic poem, as appears by one of his letters to his brother (see Life,ch. viii.); and with a few variations it forms the description of the alehouse in the Deserted Village." See p. 73 of the present volume.)
There, in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug,
cap by night--a stocking all the day!
* (Viz. 1. “Urge no healths; 2. Profane no divine ordinances; 3. Touch no state matters; 1. Reveal no seereis; 5. Piek no quarrels; 6. Make no comparisons; 7 Maintain no ill opinious; &. Keep no bad company ; 9. Encourago no vire; 10. Mihin no long meals ; 11. Repeat no grievances; 12. Lay no wagirs.")
+ [“ And now imagine, afier les soliloquy, the landlord to make his appearance, in order to dun him for the rechoning:
6. Vit with that fire, 50) errile and so gay,
Then pulled his breeches 11.3, and thus begin," &c, All this is taken, you ser, from nature, It is a good remark of Montaigne's, that the winnt man often have friendly, with whom they do not care how much they play the fool. Take my present tollies as instances of regard. Poetry is a much canis, and more agreenble species of composition than prose, and could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet." -Letter to his brother. See Life, ch. viii]
O memory! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
And turning all the past to pain :
Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe;
In thee must ever find a foe.†
The wretch condemn'd with life to part,
Still, still on Hope relies;
Bides expectation rise.
* (From the oratorio of the Captivity, written in 1764. See p. 94, in the present volume, and Life, ch xiv.] + [In the original MS., in the possession of Mr. Murray :
“Ilence, «eceiver! most distressing,
Seek the happy and the free;
Ever want a friend in thee.'')
On hope the wretch rilies;
Bids the deluder rie,
A Jorns the wretch's writy," di