“While with fond rapture and amaze” by Tobias Smollett
While with fond rapture and amaze On thy transcendent charms I gaze, My cautious soul essays in vain Her peace and freedom to maintain: Yet let that blooming form divine, Where grace and harmony combine. Those eyes, like genial orbs that move, Dispensing gladness, joy, and love, In all their pomp assail my view, Intent […]
Verses On A Young Lady (playing harpsichord, and singing) by Tobias Smollett
When Sappho struck the quivering wire, The throbbing breast was all on fire: And when she raised the vocal lay, The captive soul was charm’d away! But had the nymph possessed with these Thy softer, chaster power to please; Thy beauteous air of sprightly youth, Thy native smiles of artless truth; The worm of Grief […]
Verses On A Young Lady (playing harpsichord, and singing) by Tobias Smollett
When Sappho struck the quivering wire, The throbbing breast was all on fire: And when she raised the vocal lay, The captive soul was charm’d away! But had the nymph possessed with these Thy softer, chaster power to please; Thy beauteous air of sprightly youth, Thy native smiles of artless truth; The worm of Grief […]
To Mirth by Tobias Smollett
Parent of joy! heart-easing Mirth! Whether of Venus or Aurora born; Yet goddess sure of heavenly birth, Visit benign a son of Grief forlorn; Thy glittering colours gay, Around him, Mirth, display; And o’er his raptured sense Diffuse thy living influence; So shall each hill, in purer green array’d, And, flower-adorn’d, in new-born beauty glow; […]
To Independence by Tobias Smollett
Strophe. Thy spirit, Independence, let me share, Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal Liberty! whose look sublime Hath bleach’d the tyrant’s cheek in […]
“To fix her!-’twere a task as vain” by Tobias Smollett
To fix her!-’twere a task as vain To count the April drops of rain, To sow in Afric’s barren soil, Or tempests hold within a toil. I know it, friend, she’s light as air, False as the fowler’s artful snare, Inconstant as the passing wind, As winter’s dreary frost unkind. She’s such a miser, too, […]
The Tears of Scotland by Tobias Smollett
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace – thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become they prey of […]
The Tears of Scotland by Tobias Smollett
Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish’d peace – thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown’d, Lie slaughter’d on their native ground; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become they prey of […]
Reproof: A Satire. by Tobias Smollett
POET. Howe’er I turn, or wheresoe’er I tread, This giddy world still rattles round my head! I pant for silence e’en in this retreat- Good Heaven! what demon thunders at the gate? FRIEND. In vain you strive, in this sequester’d nook, To shroud you from an injured friend’s rebuke. POET. An injured friend! who challenges […]
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Love Elegy (in imitation of Tibullus) by Tobias Smollett
Where now are all my flattering dreams of joy? Monimia, give my soul her wonted rest; Since first thy beauty fix’d my roving eye, Heart-gnawing cares corrode my pensive breast. Let happy lovers fly where pleasures call, With festive songs beguile the fleeting hour; Lead beauty through the mazes of the ball, Or press her, […]
“Let the nymph still avoid and be deaf to the swain” by Tobias Smollett
Let the nymph still avoid and be deaf to the swain Who in transports of passion affects to complain, For his rage, not his love, in that frenzy is shown, And the blast that blows loudest is soon overblown. But the shepherd whom Cupid has pierced to the heart Will submissive adore, and rejoice in […]
To Independence by Tobias Smollett
Strophe. Thy spirit, Independence, let me share, Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal Liberty! whose look sublime Hath bleach’d the tyrant’s cheek in […]
“From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise,” by Tobias Smollett
From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise, I will freely describe the wretch I despise; And, if he has sense but to balance a straw, He will sure take a hint from the picture I draw. A wit without sense, without fancy a beau, Like a parrot he chatters, and struts […]
“Come listen, ye students of every degree” by Tobias Smollett
Come listen, ye students of every degree; I sing of a wit and a tutor perdie, A statesman profound, a critic immense, In short, a mere jumble of learning and sense; And yet of his talents though laudably vain, His own family arts he could never attain. His father, intending his fortune to build, In […]
Blue-Eyed Ann by Tobias Smollett
When the rough North forgets to howl, And Ocean’s billows cease to roll; When Libyan sands are bound in frost, And cold to Nova Zembla’s lost! When heavenly bodies cease to move, My blue-eyed Ann I’ll cease to love. No more shall flowers the meads adorn; Nor sweetness deck the rosy thorn; Nor swelling buds […]
Advice: A Satire. by Tobias Smollett
–Sed podice levi Caeduntur tumidæ, medico ridente, mariscæ. O proceres! censore opus est, an haruspice nobis? JUVENAL. –Nam quis Peccandi finem posuit sibi? quando recepit Ejectum semel atteritâ de fronte ruborem? Ibid. POET. Enough, enough; all this we knew before; ‘Tis infamous, I grant it, to be poor: And who, so much to sense and […]