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TOM suffering long from poverty's attack,

To celebrate his glorious name

To snatch deserted youth from sin and woe
Though but with borrow'd lustre CYNTHIA shine
The Muses, since the birth of time

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To cheer the gloom of dark desponding woes
Thus, on the banks where Ganges rolls his tide
To subdue the armadas of France and of Spain
The French three blessings boast, and say we need 'em
Though the dear objects of our sacred home
"Twas from the Ark, that stemm'd the whelming wave
There's no such treaty, HAL-the charge deny
Though MARGARET's fortune was but bad

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These strains an emblem of their bard display

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To the Critic of Critics a terrify'd bard

To conceal with a veil the sweet grace
Thou know'st that Lucas elegantly dines

Though Dullness o'er thy Muse her poppy throws
To the waves, while she gaz'd on their full-flowing tide
To Merit, when the world has prov'd unkind
Though his first wife was living, Da Capo! he cry'd
To make the wrong appear the right

Though MYRA's cheek Love's native hue discloses
Though dying a spinster, BET nobly supported
Toм, rich as Croesus, yet averse to paying
To Epigrams no wonder NED is partial

That face, which every matchless charm combin'd
Thou vale! whose echoes answers to my woes
Those eyes! that shed their lustre o'er thy face
Though black'ning clouds in gath❜ring rains
Thou well-fill'd pipe of generous Port

Though fifty years, and more, had flown away

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The wealth we heap up with increased desire
Though for refusing no one, SAL's to blame
TO CLEON's mansion mine so closely stands
Though Friendship once was deem'd a sacred vow
'Tis not with wit you entertain your guests
Though at my table, NED you often see

To grace with verse the present you intend

To your friends, little JACKY! how fondly you boast
That CHARLES, who rhimes himself, objections rais'd
Venus you paint, Minerva you admire

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When from the North the tempest rag'd
With what a gentle, parting ray serene
Where ORPHEUS struck the lyre, his tuneful sounds
Where yon green hills, with gentle bosom swelling
With soothing verse the stubborn heart to tame
Where is thy foliage, Spring, of tender green?
When APOLLO rejected a Rhimer's petition
WILL'S hand, the vilest of the scribbling tribe
With the English such barbarous fury prevails
What with heats that dissolve, and musquitoes that bite 109
When CATHERINE gives a Sword, 'tis generous aid
When SAM, who bought a grant, perus'd this line
Wild with reform, in country and in town
When PONTIUS attempted fair MYRA to kiss

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What different fates the self-same crimes have found

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When we regard your well-adapted height

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When Wood next Tillotson NICANOR Saw

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When the bright morning from high heav'n descends
What plaintive melody from yonder spray

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STANZAS

ON THE INJURY SUSTAINED IN THE VIOLENT STORM

ON JAN. 1ST, 1779, by the

GREAT ELM, AT BILLINGBEAR,

THE SEAT OF RICHARD NEVILLE NEVILLE, ESQ.

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WHEN from the North the tempest rag'd,
Dire war with roofs and chimnies wag'd,
And solid beams disjointed;

" 'Tis an ill wind that blows no good,"
Cried COLLINS,* in a merry mood-
But Tom was disappointed.

TOM COLLINS was the name of the bricklayer employed by Mr. NEVILLE.

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In vain he chuckled at the thought,
That brick and mortar might be brought,
And much the house be done to;
Roofs, chimnies, cupola, and all,
Stood stedfast as thy dome, St. Paul,
And firm as AMYAND's junto.

III.

Then, blush, ye architects, who raise
The frippery buildings of these days,
To fame make no pretension;
Like Billingbear they ne'er shall last,
Tho' stucco'd, to resist the blast,
By ADAMS's invention!

* The late JOHN AMYAND, efq; (brother of Sir GIORGE CORNWALL) who was then at Billingbear with the Author, and was connected with some persons of consideration in the city, or the purpose of taking the loan at that time.

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