MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE GIFT. TO IRIS, IN BOW STREET, COVENT GARDEN. My heart, a victim to thine eyes, Say, would the angry fair one prize A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy, I'll give but not the full-blown rose, I'll give thee something yet unpaid, I'll give thee—ah, too charming maid! I VERSES IN REPLY TO AN INVITATION TO DINNER AT DR. BAKER'S. "This is a poem! This is a copy of verses! YOUR You may all go to pot; Had your senses been right, Or to put on my duds; Little Comedy's + face, And the captain in lace.‡ (By the bye you may tell him, I've something to sell him; Of use I insist, When he comes to enlist. Your worships must know That a few days ago, An order went out, For the foot guards so stout " * Miss Mary Horneck, afterwards Mrs. Gwyn. To wear tails in high taste Yet how can I when vext, But alas! your good worships, how could they be wiser, OLIVER GOLDSMITH. LETTER, IN PROSE AND VERSE, TO MRS. BUNBURY. [A reply to a rhyming letter, asking the poet to pay them a visit at Barton, their country seat in Suffolk.] MADAM : I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour could require, but after all find so much to object to, and so much to raise my indignation, that I cannot help giving it a serious answer. I am not so ignorant, Madam, as not to see there are many sarcasms contained in it, and solecisms also, (solecism is a word that comes from the town of Soleis, in Attica, among the Greeks, built by Solon, and applied |