ARMIES of box that sportively engage And mimic real battles in their rage, Pleased I recount; how, smit with glory's charms, ...

CHASTE are their instincts, faithful is their fire, No foreign beauty tempts to false desire; The snow-white vesture, and the glitteri...

ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, And waken every note of woe; When truth and virtue reach the skies, 'Tis ours to weep the want b...

REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po; Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor Against the...

STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATH OF GENERAL WOLFE AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys, Which triumph forces from t...

PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS. WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage, And save from infamy my sinking age! Scarce half a...

IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT LOGICIANS have but ill defin'd As rational, the human kind; Reason, they say, belongs to man,...

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE THANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter Never rang'd in a forest, or smok...

SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make, Expressive of my duty? My heart, a v...

A TALE SECLUDED from domestic strife, Jack Book-worm led a college life; A fellowship at twenty-five Made him the happiest m...

SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earlie...

OF old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord supplies us wi...

IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore The distant climate and the savage shore; When wise Astronomers to India steer, ...

THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name, May speak our gratitude, but not his fame. What heart but feels his sweetly...

WHAT! five long acts -- and all to make us wiser! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser. Had she consulted 'me', she sh...

As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure To swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure; Thus on the stage, our play-wrights stil...

HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense; I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience. My pride forbids it ever should...

A BALLAD 'TURN, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable r...

Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,— From those who spoke her praise. Th...

Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Isling...