Brutes never meet in bloody fray, View him foon after to inferiors At court, the porters, lacques, waiters, STAN STAN ZAS ON THE TAKING OF AMIDST QUEBE C. MIDST the clamour of exulting joys, Which triumph forces from the patriot heart; Grief dares to mingle her foul-piercing voice, And quells the raptures which from pleasures start. O, Wolfe, to thee a ftreaming flood of woe, Sighing we pay, and think e'en conqueft dear; Quebec in vain fhall teach our breaft to glow, Whilft thy fad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear.' Alive the foe thy dreadful vigour filed, And faw the fall with joy-pronouncing eyes: Yet they shall know thou conquereft, though dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise. ON ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTENING. IMITATED FROM THE SPANISH, SURE 'twas by Providence defign'd, Rather in pity, than in hate, That he fhou'd be, like cupid, blind, A SON A SO NNE T. WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Loft to every gay delight; Myra, too fincere for feigning, Yet why impair thy bright perfection! END OF VOL. I. |