Nor, though his priests be duly paid, We now can better do without him, THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE Loss OF GRILDRIG. A Pastoral. Soon as Glumdalelitch miss'd her pleasing care, In peals of thunder now she roars, and now And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide, Sure in that lake he dropp'd; my Grilly's drown'd!" She dragg'd the cruet, but no Grildrig found. "Vain is thy courage, Grilly, vain thy boast! But little creatures enterprise the most. Trembling I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw, Nay, mix with children, as they play'd at taw; Nor fear the marbles as they bounding flew; Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you! "Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? Who from a page can ever learn the truth? Vers'd in court tricks, the money-loving boy To some lord's daughter sold the living toy, Or rent him limb from limb in cruel play, As children tear the wings of flies away. From place to place o'er Brobdingnag I'll roam, Ah! never will return, or bring thee home. But who hath eyes to trace the passing wind? How then thy fairy footsteps can I find? Dost thou, bewilder'd, wander all alone In the green thicket of a mossy stone; Or, tumbled from the toadstool's slipp'ry round, Perhaps, all maim'd, lie grov'lling on the ground? Dost thou, embosom'd in the lovely rose, Or, sunk within the peach's down, repose ? Within the kingcup if thy limbs are spread, Or in the golden cowslip's velvet head, O show me, Flora, 'midst those sweets, the flow'r Where sleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bow'r! "But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves On little females and on little loves; Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, Doors, windows, chimneys, and the spacious rooms Hast thou for these now ventur'd from the shor Thy bark a bean-shell, and a straw thine oar? Or, in thy box now bounding on the main, No more behold thee turn my watch's key, How wert thou wont to walk with cautious tread, She said; but broken accents stopp'd her voice, TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN-MOUNTAIN. A Lilliputian Ode. IN amaze Can our eyes Reach thy size! May my lays Swell with praise, Worthy thee! Worthy me! |