'Rome shall perish-write that word 'Rome, for empire far renowned, Tramples on a thousand states; Soon her pride shall kiss the ground- 'Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, 'Then the progeny that springs 15 20 25 From the forests of our land, Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command. 'Regions Cæsar never knew, Thy posterity shall sway, Such the Bard's prophetic words, She, with all a monarch's pride, Felt them in her bosom glow: Rushed to battle, fought, and died; Dying, hurled them at the foe. 'Ruffians, pitiless as proud, Heaven awards the vengeance due; Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you!' 30 35 40 THE POET, THE oyster, &c. 185 THE POET, THE OYSTER, AND SENSITIVE PLANT. AN oyster, cast upon the shore, 'Ah, hapless wretch! condemned to dwell For ever in my native shell, Ordained to move when others please, I envy that unfeeling shrub, The plant he meant grew not far off, And with asperity replied: 'When, cry the botanists, and stare, Did plants called sensitive grow there?' No matter when-a poet's Muse is To make them grow just where she chooses. 'You shapeless nothing in a dish, You that are but almost a fish, I scorn your coarse insinuation, And have most plentiful occasion 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 With curious touch examines me, If I can feel as well as he; And when I bend, retire, and shrink, 35 Says "Well, 'tis more than one would think!" In being touched, and crying-Don't!' O'erheard and checked this idle talk. 'And your fine sense,' he said, 'and yours, Whatever evil it endures, Deserves not, if so soon offended, Much to be pitied or commended. Disputes, though short, are far too long, Exempt from every ill beside. 'And as for you, my Lady Squeamish, 55 Who reckon every touch a blemish, If all the plants that can be found Embellishing the scene around, Should droop and wither where they grow, 60 His censure reached them as he dealt it, 65 And each by shrinking showed he felt it. THE COLUBRIAD. CLOSE by the threshold of a door nailed fast At the three kittens cast a careless eye; Not much concerned to know what they did there, 5 But presently a loud and furious hiss Caused me to stop, and to exclaim, 'What's this?' ΙΟ A viper, long as Count de Grasse's queue. Forth from his head his forked tongue he throws, Darting it full against a kitten's nose; Who having never seen, in field or house, 15 Only projecting, with attention due, Her whiskered face, she asked him, 'Who are you?' 20 And turning up the leaves and shrubs around, 25 For long ere now it should have been rehearsed, 'Twas in the garden that I found him first. 30 Even there I found him, there the full grown cat To learn what this phenomenon might mean. 35 Filled with heroic ardour at the sight, And fearing every moment he would bite, That was of age to combat with a rat; With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door, And taught him NEVER TO COME THERE NO MORE. 40 ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE. WRITTEN WHEN THE NEWS ARRIVED, BY DESIRE OF LADY AUSTEN, WHO WANTED WORDS |