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Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled,

And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes :
Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead !

Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.

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First printed in “ The Bee," 1759. : First printed in “ The Bee,” 1759. The original is in Ménagiana,” tom. iv. p. 200:

ÉTRENNE À IRIS. “ Pour témoignage de ma flamme,

O! fille plus belle que bonne, Iris, du meilleur de mon âme,

Qui m'avez toujours refusé Je vous donne à ce nouvel an,

Le point si souvent proposé, Non pas dentelle, ni ruban,

Je vous donne-Ah ! le puis-je dire ! Non pas essence, non pas pommade, Oui ; c'est trop souffrir le martyre, Quelques boites de marmalade,

Il est temps, de m'emanciper,
Un mouchoir, des gants, un bouquet, Patience va m'échapper,
Non pas fleures, ni chapelet.

Fussiez-vous cent fois plus aimable, Quoi donc ? attendez, je vous donne, Belle Iris, je vous donne---au diable."

My heart, a victim to thine eyes, ,

Should I at once deliver,
Say, would the angry fair one prize

The gift, who slights the giver?

A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,

My rivals give—and let 'em ;
If gems, or gold, impart a joy,

I'll give them—when I get 'em.

I'll give-but not the full-blown rose,

Or rose-bud more in fashion ;
Such short-liv'd offerings but disclose

A transitory passion.

I'll give thee something yet unpaid,

Not less sincere than civil :
I'll give thee--ah! too charming maid,

I'll give thee-to the devil.



Good people all, with one accord,

Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word-

From those who spoke her praise.


· First printed in “The Bee,” 1759 :-“ The elegy on Madam Blaize, and the better part of that on the Death of a Mad Dog, are closely imitated from a well-known French string of absurdities called “La Chanson du fameux la Galisse ;' one of many versions of which may be found in the 'Ménayiana,' tom. iii. p. 29.

“Messieurs, vous plait-il d'ouir

L'air du fameux la Galisse,
Il pourra vous rejouir,-

Pourvu qu'il vous divertisse.

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See note on Essay 5 of Collected Essays, printed in vol. iii.

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WHERE the Red Lion flaring o'er the way,
Invites each passing stranger that can pay ;
Where Calvert's butt, and Parson's black champagne,
Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane;
There, in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug,
The Muse found Scroggen stretch'd beneath a rug;
A window, patch'd with paper, lent a ray,
That dimly show'd the state in which he lay;
The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread;
The humid wall with paltry pictures spread :
The royal Game of Goose was there in view,
And the Twelve Rules the royal martyr drew ;
The Seasons, fram’d with listing, found a place,
And brave Prince William show'd his lamp-black face.
The morn was cold, he views with keen desire
The rusty grate unconscious of a fire :
With beer and milk arrears ‘ the frieze was scor’d,
And five crack’d tea-cups dress’d the chimney board;
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night-a stocking all the day!



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First printed in “ The Citizen of the World,” Letter xxx; and afterwards inserted, with a few variations, in “ The Deserted Village," 1770. On this subject Goldsmith had projected an heroi-comic poem, as appears by one of his letters to his brother.

2 Viz. “1. Urge no healths; 2. Profane no divine ordinances ; 3. Touch no state matters ; 4. Reveal no secrets; 5. Pick no quarrels; 6. Make no comparisons; 7. Maintain no ill opinions ; 8. Keep no

bad company ; 9. Encourage no vice ; 10. Make no long meals; 11. Repeat no grievances ; 12. Lay no wagers."

William, Duke of Cumberland, the hero of Culloden, d. 1765. 4 “And now imagine, after his soliloquy, the landlord to make his appearance, in order to dun him for the reckoning :

66°Not with that face, so servile and so gay,

That welcomes every stranger that can pay,
With sulky eye he smoaked the patient man,

Then pulled his breeches tight, and thus began,' &c. “All this is taken, you see, from nature. It is a good remark of Montaigne's, that the wisest men often have friends, with whom they do not care how much




SECLUDED from domestic strife,
Jack Book-Worm led a college life ;
A fellowship at twenty-five
Made him the happiest man alive;
He drank his glass, and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.'

Such pleasures, unalloy’d with care,
Could any accident impair?
Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix
Our swain, arrived at thirty-six ?
O! had the Archer ne'er come down
To ravage in a country town!
Or Flavia been content to stop
At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop!
O, had her eyes forgot to blaze!
Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze;
0! But let exclamations cease,
Her presence banish'd all his peace." '


they play the fool. Take my present follies as instances of regard. Poetry is a much easier, and more agreeable species of composition than prose, and could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.”—GOLDSMITH, Letter to his Brother ; see Letters, vol. iv.

First printed as Essay 26 in “Essays by Mr. Goldsmith,” 1765, 12mo. ? Here followed, in the first edition :

“Without politeness, aim'd at breeding,

And laugh'd at pedantry and reading.” 3 Here followed, in the first edition :

"Our alter'd parson now began
To be a perfect lady's man ;
Made sonnets, lisp'd his sermons o'er,
And told the tales oft told before ;
Of bailiffs pump'd and proctors bit;
At college how he show'd bis wit;


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