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WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight; Myra, too sincere for feigning,
Fears the approaching bridal night.
Yet why impair thy bright perfection!
Or dim thy beauty with a tear? Had Myra follow'd my direction,
She long had wanted cause of fear.
THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY.
The wretch, condemn'd with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies;
Bids expectation rise.
Hope, like the glimmering taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way;
Emits a brighter ray.
O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain;
Thou, like the world, the oppress’d oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe! And he who wants each other blessing
In thee must ever find a foe.
THE TAKING OF QUEBEC.
Amidst the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,
And quells the raptures which from pleasures start.
Oh, Wolfe, to thee a streaming flood of woe,
Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear ; Quebec in vain shall teach our breasts to glow,
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear.
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.
This tomb, inscribed to gentle Parnell's name,