A NEW SIMILE. IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT. LONG had I sought in vain to find A NEW SIMILE. peruse, A brain of feather! very right, His feet are useful as his head. Lastly, vouchsafe t'observe his hand, Though ne'er so much awake before, ; A NEW SIMILE. This difference only, as the god And here my simile almost tript; Well! what of that? out with it-stealing; Being each as a great a thief as he : Shall lend my simile assistance. Are they but senseless stones and blocks? DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER. WHERE the Red Lion, staring o'er the way, With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scor'd, STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC. 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 pleasure start. Oh, 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, While thy sad fate extorts 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 dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise. |