THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH SOON as Glumdalclitch mifs'd her pleafing care, She wept, fhe blubber'd, and the tore her hair. No British mifs fincerer grief has known, Her fquirrel milling, or her fparrow flown. She furl' her fan pler, and haul'd-in her thread, In peals of thunder now the roars, and now Her locks disheveld, and her flood of tears, 5 10 15 20 "Where "Where twin'd the filvr eel around thy hook, "And all the little monsters of the brook? "Sure in that lake he dropt: 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 enterprize the most. "Trembling, I've feen thee dare the kitten's paw, "Nav, mix with children as they play'd at taw, "Nor fear'd the marbles, as they bounding flew : "Marbles to them, but rolling rocks to you. “Why did I truft thee with that giddy youth I "Who from a page can ever learn the truth? "Vers'd in court-tricks. that money-loving boy "To fome lord's daughter fold 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, "And never will return, or bring thee home. “But who hath eves to trace the paffing wind? How then thy fairy footsteps can I find? "Doft thou bewilder'd wander all alone, "In the green thicket of a moffy stone; 66 "Or, tumbled from the toadkool's flippery round, "Or funk within the peach's down, repofe? "Or in the golden cowflip's velvet head: 25 35 45 "O fhew me, Flora, 'midft thofe fweets, the flower "Where fleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bower! 50 "But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves "On little females, and on little loves; "Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, "The baby-playthings that adorn thy house, "Doors, windows, chimneys, and the fpacious rooms "Equal in fize to cells of honeycombs. "Haft thou for these now ventur'd from the fhore, "Thy bark a bean-shell, and a straw thy oar? "Or in thy box now bounding on the main ? 60 “Shall I ne'er bear thyself and house again? "No more behold thee turn my watch's key, She faid; but broken accents stopt her voice, 65 70 75 ΤΟ TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN-MOUNTAIN. A LILLIPUTIAN ODE. I. N amaze IN Loft, I gaze. Can our eyes May my lays Swell with praife, Worthy thee! Worthy me! Bards of old Of him told, When they faid Atlas' head Propt the fkies: See! and believe your eyes? II. See him ftride Valleys wide: Over woods, When he treads, Left his fpurn Overturn Man and fteed. Troops, take heed! Left and right Speed your flight! Left an hoft Beneath his foot be loft. III. Turn'd afide From his hide, Darts rebound. Clouds he blows; When he eats, Famine threats! When he drinks, Neptune shrinks! (Lofty Poet!)touch the sky. VERSES TO BE PLACED UNDER THE PICTURE O F SIR RICHARD BLACKMORE, CONTAINING A COMPLEAT CATALOGUE OF HIS WORKS. EE who ne'er was nor will be half read: SEE Who first fang (1) Arthur, then fang (2) Alfred; Prais'd great (3) Eliza in God's anger, Till all true Englishmen cry'd, Hang her! And of (9) redemption made damn'd work. (1) Two Heroic Poems, in folio, twenty books. (2) Heroic Poem, in twelve books. (3) Heroic Poem, in folio, ten books. (4) Inftructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry-weaver. (5) Hymn to the light. (6) Satire against wit. (7) Of the nature of man. (8) Creation, a Poem, in feven books. (9) Redemption, another Heroic Poem in fix books. Then |