He wept, and they on his, in speechless woe, And calling Theseus to him, said: "Oh, friend! And said: "Farewell, my children! from this spot From all but Theseus veils the coming scene." Then falling prostrate, on the goddess Earth Is known for not the thunder-bolts of Jove He passed away in peace, or that dark chasm Y POLYXENA TO ULYSSES. FROM THE HECUBA OF EURIPIDES. [Written in 1815.] OU fold your hand, Ulysses, in your robe, And turn your head aside as if to shun My abject suppliance. Fear not, Ithacan! With willing steps I follow thee, where thou And strong Necessity, thy queen and mine, Conduct me to my death. Base were my soul To beg a milder fate. Why should I live? My father was a king: my youthful hopes Were bright contending monarchs sought my hand: I moved illustrious 'mid the Idaan nymphs, More like a goddess than an earthly maid, Save in the sure necessity of death. But now I am a slave: that single word PROLOGUE TO MR. TOBIN'S COMEDY OF THE "GUARDIANS," PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL DRURY LANE, NOVEMBER, 1816. B [Published in 1816.] Spoken by MR. EYOND the hopes and fears of earlier days, The frowns of censure and the smiles of praise, Your favour bade the Thespian laurel bloom; A EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE "GUARDIANS.” Published in 1816.] Spoken by MR. HARLEY in the character of HINT. T home, abroad, in gossip, or in print, Who has not felt the magic power of Hint? That gentle bosom like a hint of love? Say, thou spruce beau, oppressed with loads of raiment, A hint of Hyde Park Ring from testy humours, Where'er I go, beaux, belles of all degrees, I bait with hints, and fish for information. Touching a certain lord that shall be nameless." 66 "Who? who? pray tell." "Excuse me.” Nay, you shall." (In different voices) "You mean my Lady Plume and Lord Fal-lal," "Lord Smirk and Mrs. Sparkle," "Lady Simple, And young Lord Froth," "Lord Whip and Mrs. Dimple.” (In an Irish accent) "D'ye mean my wife, sir? give me leave to mention There's no ill meaning in Lord Sly's attention: Sir, there's my card : command me: I'll attend, And talk the matter over with a friend." "Dear Major! no such thing: you're right in scorning Such idle tales: I wish you a good-morning." Away I speed: from lounge to lounge I run, But Hyde Park Ring my cunning shuns in vain, Fair maid, spruce beau, plump cit, and jovial tar! VOL. III. 10 SIR HORNBOOK; OR, CHILDE LAUNCELOT'S EXPEDITION. ALLEGORICAL BALLAD. [Published in 1818.] A GRAMMATICO [Reprinted in Summerly's Home Treasury, 1846.] I. 'ER bush and brier Childe Launcelot sprung * With ardent hopes elate, And loudly blew the horn that hung Before Sir Hornbook's gate. The inner portals opened wide, And forward strode the chief, Arrayed in paper helmet's pride, And arms of golden leaf. "What means," he cried, "this daring noise, That wakes the summer day? I hate all idle truant boys: "No idle truant boy am I," Childe Launcelot answered straight; "Resolved to climb this hill so high, I seek thy castle gate. "Behold the talisman I bear, And aid my bold design :" Sir Hornbook gazed, and written there, "If Emulation sent thee here," Sir Hornbook quick replied, "My merrymen all shall soon appear, To aid thy cause with shield and spear, And I will head thy bold career, And prove thy faithful guide.' Loud rung the chains; the drawbridge fell; The gates asunder flew ; The knight thrice beat the portal bell, And thrice he called "Halloo." * Childe, in our old ballads, often signifies a knight. |