Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray, and Smollett. Thomas Parnell

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       And for a moment lull the sense of woe.

       At length awaking, with contemptuous frown,

       Indignant Thales eyes the neighbouring town.

       Since worth, he cries, in these degenerate days,

       Wants e'en the cheap reward of empty praise;

       In those cursed walls, devote to vice and gain,

       Since unrewarded science toils in vain;

       Since hope but soothes to double my distress,

       And every moment leaves my little less; 40

       While yet my steady steps no staff sustains,

       And life, still vigorous, revels in my veins,

       Grant me, kind Heaven! to find some happier place,

       Where honesty and sense are no disgrace;

       Some pleasing bank, where verdant osiers play,

       Some peaceful vale, with Nature's paintings gay,

       Where once the harass'd Briton found repose,

       And, safe in poverty, defied his foes:

       Some secret cell, ye Powers indulgent! give;

       Let—live here, for—has learn'd to live. 50

       Here let those reign whom pensions can incite

       To vote a patriot black, a courtier white;

       Explain their country's dear-bought rights away,

       And plead for pirates[3] in the face of day;

       With slavish tenets taint our poison'd youth,

       And lend a lie the confidence of truth.

       Let such raise palaces, and manors buy,

       Collect a tax, or farm a lottery;

       With warbling eunuchs fill our silenced stage,

       And lull to servitude a thoughtless age. 60

       Heroes, proceed! what bounds your pride shall hold?

       What check restrain your thirst of power and gold?

       Behold rebellious virtue quite o'erthrown;

       Behold our fame, our wealth, our lives your own!

      To such the plunder of a land is given,

       When public crimes inflame the wrath of Heaven.

       But what, my friend, what hope remains for me,

       Who start at theft, and blush at perjury,

       Who scarce forbear, though Britain's court he sing,

       To pluck a titled poet's borrow'd wing; 70

       A statesman's logic unconvinced can hear,

       And dare to slumber o'er the Gazetteer;[4]

       Despise a fool in half his pension dress'd,

       And strive in vain to laugh at Clodio's jest?

      Others, with softer smiles, and subtler art,

       Can sap the principles, or taint the heart;

       With more address a lover's note convey,

       Or bribe a virgin's innocence away.

       Well may they rise, while I, whose rustic tongue

       Ne'er knew to puzzle right, or varnish wrong, 80

       Spurn'd as a beggar, dreaded as a spy,

       Live unregarded, unlamented die.

      For what but social guilt the friend endears?

       Who shares Orgilio's crimes, his fortune shares.

       But thou, should tempting villany present

       All Marlborough hoarded, or all Villiers spent,

       Turn from the glittering bribe thy scornful eye,

       Nor sell for gold what gold could never buy—

       The peaceful slumber, self-approving day,

       Unsullied fame, and conscience ever gay. 90

      The cheated nation's happy favourites see!

       Mark whom the great caress, who frown on me!

       London, the needy villain's general home,

       The common-sewer of Paris and of Rome,

       With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,

       Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.

       Forgive my transports on a theme like this—

       I cannot bear a French metropolis.

      Illustrious Edward! from the realms of day,

       The land of heroes and of saints survey; 100

       Nor hope the British lineaments to trace,

       The rustic grandeur, or the surly grace;

       But lost in thoughtless ease and empty show,

       Behold the warrior dwindled to a beau;

       Sense, freedom, piety, refin'd away,

       Of France the mimic, and of Spain the prey!

      All that at home no more can beg or steal,

       Or like a gibbet better than a wheel;

       Hiss'd from the stage, or hooted from the court,

       Their air, their dress, their politics import; 110

       Obsequious, artful, voluble, and gay,

       On Britain's fond credulity they prey.

       No gainful trade their industry can 'scape.

       They sing, they dance, clean shoes, or cure a clap:

       All sciences a fasting Monsieur knows,

       And bid him go to hell, to hell he goes.

       Ah! what avails it that, from slavery far,

       I drew the breath of life in English air;

       Was early taught a Briton's right to prize,

       And lisp the tale of Henry's victories; 120

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