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Wolfe rush'd on death in manhood's bloom, Paulet crept slowly to the tomb;
Here breath, there fame was given : And that wise Power who weighs our lives By contras and by pros contrives
To keep the balance even.
To thee she gave two piercing eyes,
A judgment sound and clear ;
And forty pounds a year.
To me one eye not over good,
A ten years' hectic cough;
And sweep poor mortals off :
A coat more bare than thine ; a soul
A fix'd contempt of wrong ;
W. GIFFORD, ON
THE FOURTH OF NOVEMBER,
The Anniversary of the Revolution, 1688.
IN IMITATION OF ALCÆUS.
WHAT constitutes the Bard ?
Proud Týranny's regard ;
That can at will entrance
To faery measures dance :
An intellectual fire
Impels us to aspire,
This constitutes the Bard.
Loud o'er the rest be heard
May pour the patriot rage :
Through every clime and age Prevailing, mocks the thunders of the throne !
DR. T. PERCY.
Ballads, Songs, and Sonnets.
THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH.
ALLUDING TO A STORY RECORDED OF HER WHEN
SHE WAS PRISONER AT WOODSTOCK, 1554.
Will you hear how once repining
Great Eliza captive lay,
Foe to riches, pomp, and sway?
Tripp'd around in all their pride;
Thus the royal maiden cried : • Bred on plains, or born in valleys,
Who would bid those scenes adieu? Stranger to the arts of Malice,
Who would ever courts pursue ? VOL. III.