SONG, FROM THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY. THE wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies, And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light, And still, as darker grows the night, SONG. MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, Thou, like the world, th' opprest oppressing STANZAS, ON 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 wo, 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. F2 EPITAPH ON DR. PARNELL. This tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name, More lasting rapture from his works shall rise, |