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No single brute his fellows leads.
[STANZAS] ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, [AND DEATH OF GENERAL WOLFE.] [First published in the ‘Busy Body,' Oct. 22, 1759, on receipt of the news of General Wolfe's victory and death (Sept. 13, 1759).-ED.] 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. O Wolfe!' to thee a streaming flood of woe,
Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow,
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear. i Goldsmith claimed relationship with this gallant soldier, whose character he greatly admired, and whose death he thus laments in his 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.
ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH,
Imitated from the Spanish. [This seems to have been first printed in The Bee,' No. 1, 1759. -Ed.]
SURE 'twas by Providence design’d,
Rather in pity than in hate,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.
A SONNET. [First printed in “ The Bee, No. 3, 1759. Mr. Bolton Corney says it is an imitation from the French of Saint-Pavin.-Ed.]
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight,
Fears th' approaching bridal night.
Why dim thy beauty with a teari 1
She long had wanted cause of fear. ' History of England' (first edition, 1771, v. iv., p. 400): “ Perhaps the loss of the English that day was greater, than the conquest of Canada was advantageous. But it is the lot of mankind only to know true merit on that dreadful occasion when they are going to lose it.”—B. Prior says Wolfe's mother was Henrietta Goldsmith, of Limerick.—ED.
1 We restore “The Bee' text here. Most editions have in lieu of this couplet
“Yet why impair thy bright perfection,
Or dim, &c.” The change was made in the first collected edition of the Poems and Plays, that by Evans, 1780, and thence has been adopted by most of the succeeding editors, Percy included.-ED.
TO IRIS, IN BOW-STREET, COVENT GARDEN.
[First printed in "The Bee, 1759. It is an imitation of a French piece titled, “ Etrene a Iris,' and given by La Monnoye in the “ Ménagiana,' 1715, v. iii. p. 397.—ED.)
Say, cruel Iris, pretty rake,
Dear mercenary beauty,
Expressive of my duty?
Should I at once deliver,
The gift, who slights the giver ?
My rivals give and let 'em ;
I'll give them—when I get 'em.
Or rosebud more in fashion;
A transitory passion.
I'll give thee something yet unpaid,
Not less sincere than civil,-
I'll give thee—to the Devil !
20 AN ELEGY
ON THAT GLORY OF HER SEX,
MRS. MARY BLAIZE,
[First printed in · The Bee,' 1759. See introductory note to 'Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog,' p. 89.-Ed.]
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
From those who spoke her praise.
And always found her kind;
Who left a pledge behind.
With manners wond'rous winning,
Unless when she was sinning.
With hoop of monstrous size,
By twenty beaux and more ;
When she has walk'd before.
Her hangers-on cut short all;
Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,
For Kent Street well may say,
(1759-60. Goldsmith intended this for the commencement of a “heroi. comic poem.” After the description below, the hero of the piece, Scroggen, indulges in a soliloquy, which is interrupted by the entrance of the landlord, to dun him for his reckoning
Not with that face, so servile and so gay,
Then pulld his breeches tight, and thus began,” &c. Our author does not appear to have proceeded farther with his plan, which is to be regretted, as he would in all probability have made it a very humorous account of the shifts and adventures of a needy author.-B. The above, with the extra lines of the fragment, are gleaned from Goldsmith's letter to his brother Henry, 1759; see Letters, vol. i. The lines of our text following differ otherwise slightly from the version in the letter. As here given they are the same as Goldsmith gave them, a year later, in his Citizen of the World' (Letter XXX.), where, probably, they first appeared in print.—Ed.] WHERE the Red Lion, staring o'er the way, Invites each passing stranger that can pay; Where Calvert's butt, and Parson’s black champagne, Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane : There, in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug, The Muse found Scroggen stretch'd beneath a rug. A window, patch'd with paper, lent a ray, That dimly show'd the state in which he lay; The sanded floor that grits beneath the tread; The humid wall, with paltry pictures spread ; The Royal Game of Goose was there in view, And the Twelve Rules the Royal Martyr drew;? The Seasons, fram'd with listing, found a place, And brave Prince William show'd his lamp-black face.?
See Deserted Village,' p. 39, and the note there.—ED. 2 Var.-The version in the letter gives, “ And Prussia's monarch show'd", &c. “ Prince William” applied to Prince William Augustus, Duke of Cumberland, the hero of Culloden, who died in 1765.- ED.