SOLD BY R. JENNINGS, POULTRY; T. TEGG, CHEAPSIDE; AND RICHARD GRIFFIN AND CO. GLASGOW. 1821. To the Rev. W. Cawthorne Unwin To a Young Friend on his arriving at Cambridge POEMS. TABLE TALK. Si te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina chartæ, A. You told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rast. B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war; And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side. Let laurels, drench'd in pure Parnassian dews, Reward his memory, dear to every Muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In Honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. "Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good, that Heaven bestows. VOL. I. B |