na pandi
m pervia Phœbo. tecti
ti, carcere rupto, Imina montis ; a vindice dextrâ ævit in urbes, veniente procellâ : cinia latè,
s percurrere rupes, t, arva relinquens. ndentes rupe capellæ, præcipitantur, gurgite linquunt. vellere funem ; ndus, et aëre sudum recibus votisque fatigat.
Hangs a huge fragment; d Prone on the wave the rock With hoarse rebuff the swel From shore to shore the rock The dreadful murinur Heaven nd Neptune shrinks beneath For, long the whirling winds a Had scoop'd a vault into its n Sow yields the base, the summ eir headlong course, and lash Sot louder noise could shake the Then Jove heap'd mountains hurl'd; torting Pelion from his dread To crush Earth's rebel sons bene Oft too with hideous yawn the resents an orifice on either side. dismal orifice, from sea to sea Etended pervious to the God of ncouthly join'd, the rocks stupe
arch, the ruin of a future storn hon the cliff their nests the w d sea-calves stable in the oozy But when bleak Winter with his akes the winds to vex the wate en o'er the craggy steep witho with the blast, the raging bill
Hangs a huge fragment; destitute of props, Prone on the wave the rocky ruin drops; With hoarse rebuff the swelling seas rebound, From shore to shore the rocks return the sound: The dreadful murinur Heaven's high convex cleaves, And Neptune shrinks beneath his subject waves: For, long the whirling winds and beating tides Had scoop'd a vault into its nether sides. Now yields the base, the summits nod, now urge Their headlong course, and lash the sounding surge. Not louder noise could shake the guilty world, When Jove heap'd mountains upon mountains hurl'd;
Retorting Pelion from his dread abode,
To crush Earth's rebel sons beneath the load. Oft too with hideous yawn the cavern wide Presents an orifice on either side.
A dismal orifice, from sea to sea Extended pervious to the God of Day: Uncouthly join'd, the rocks stupendous form An arch, the ruin of a future storm:
High on the cliff their nests the woodquests make, And sea-calves stable in the oozy lake.
But when bleak Winter with his sullen train Awakes the winds to vex the watery plain; When o'er the craggy steep without control, Big with the blast, the raging billows roll;
Or vex the ladies, w That you are turning forty-tw But, if these topics shall appe rong arguments to keep you Ithink, though you judge hard Good manners must give place The nymphs, with whom you Are each become a harridan ; Montague so far decay'd, Her lovers now must all be paid Has her contemporary d every belle that since arose,
to celebrate the birth-day of his nich was on the first day of January. "Matthew Ford, at Wood Park."-Dr Delany mens intimate friends, ortune, a fine gentleman, and the best nation,"-N.
or former comrades, once so With whom you toasted half the rheumatism and pox complain and bid adieu to dear champaign r great protectors, once in po now in exile or the Tower.
our foes triumphant o'er the law o hate your person and your c Once they get you on the spot, must be guilty of the plot: true or false, they'll ne'er ing use you ten times worse than London! what would you do
you, my friend, with patience would it not your passion r se than a pun, or Irish phrase
That you are turning forty-two: But, if these topics shall appear Strong arguments to keep you here, I think, though you judge hardly of it, Good manners must give place to profit. The nymphs, with whom you first began, Are each become a harridan ;
And Montague so far decay'd, Her lovers now must all be paid; And every belle that since arose, Has her contemporary beaux. Your former comrades, once so bright, With whom you toasted half the night, Of rheumatism and pox complain, And bid adieu to dear champaign. Your great protectors, once in power, Are now in exile or the Tower. Your foes triumphant o'er the laws, Who hate your person and your cause, If once they get you on the spot, You must be guilty of the plot: For, true or false, they'll ne'er inquire, But use you ten times worse than Prior. In London! what would you do there? Can you, my friend, with patience bear (Nay, would it not your passion raise Worse than a pun, or Irish phrase?)
ol is broke. theart, by art; between en's Green; rve as well 1-Mall.
gh the palace, raise your malice. y well be match'd, the Thatch'd. *
hither come,
art for stum.
d charmer, ur Monthermer; †
Robin, † and Jack, and Jack Fellows of modest worth and With cheerful looks and ho Can you on Dublin look Yet here were you and Orm 0! were but you and I so To see with Robert Grattan's Robin adores that spot of ear That literal spot which gave And swears," Belcamptis, As fine as Hampton-court at When to your friends you wo praise of Italy or France For grandeur, elegance, and gladly hear you, and sub But then, to come and keep a For this or that side of a gutte To live in this or t'other isle, We cannot think it worth you For, take it kindly or amiss, The difference but amounts to
t James's Street -H.
ontague and Marchioness of Monther of John Duke of Marlborough.-H.
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