SYLPHS. (Their Punishment)' Whatever spirit, careless of his charge, His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large, Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, Be stopp'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins; Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie, Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye: Gums and pomatums shall his flight restrain, While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain : Or alum styptics with contracting pow'r, Shrink his thin essence like a shrivell'd flow'r : Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel The giddy motion of the whirling mill; In fumes of burning chocolate shall glow, And tremble at the sea that froths below. SYSTEMS. (Makers of, Ridiculed) Some drill and bore The solid earth, and from the strata there POPE. Some, more acute, and more industrious still, To the sharp peak of her sublimest height, Should ever tease the lungs, and blear the sight, That having wielded th' elements, and built TALAVERA. (Battle of) COWPER. Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Red battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock. Lo! where the giant on the mountain stands, ; Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet. Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high; To feed the crow on Talavera's plain, And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain. There shall they rot-ambition's honour'd fools! Yes, honour decks the turf that wraps their clay! Vain sophistry! in these behold the tools, The broken tools, that tyrants cast away By myriads, where they dare to pave their way With human hearts-to what ?-a dream alone. Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own, Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone. BYRON. TALE. (What it should be) A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct ; The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows, And, new or old, still hasten to a close ; There, centring in a focus round and neat, Let all your rays of information meet. What neither yields us profit nor delight Is like a nurse's lullaby at night; Guy Earl of Warwick and Fair Eleanore, Or giant-killing Jack, would please me more. COWPER. TALENTS. (Confined) Once science only will one genius fit; POPE. In various talk the instructive hours they pass'd, Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat; TAM O'SHANTER. Weel mounted on his grey mare Meg, (A better never lifted leg,) Tam skelpit on through dub and mire, Whyles haudin fast his guid blue bonnet; Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.- Through ilka bore the beams were glancin, And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight! POPE. Nae cotillon brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, There sat Auld Nick, in shape o' beast; Which ev'n to name wad be unlawfu'. TEARS. (Different Causes of) BURNS. Our funeral tears from different causes rise: Of various kinds they flow. From tender hearts, By soft contagion call'd, some burst at once, And stream obsequious to the leading eye. Some ask more time, by curious art distill'd. Some hearts, in secret hard, unapt to melt, Struck by the public eye, gush out amain. |