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Deferted Village, bid fair to claim a place among the moft finished pieces in the English language.

As different accounts have been given of this ingenious man, the writer of thefe anecdotes cannot conclude without declaring, that they are all founded upon facts, and collected by one who lived with him upon the most friendly footing for a great number of years, and who never felt any forrow more fenfibly than that which was occafioned by his death.

DR.

ADIEU,

O N THE

DEA T H

O F

GOLDSMITH.

BY W. WOT Y.

DIEU, fweet bard! to each fine feeling true,

Thy virtues many, and thy foibles few ;

Thofe form'd to charm e'en vicious minds,-and thefe With harmless mirth the focial foul to please.

Another's wce thy heart could always melt;

None gave more free,-for none more deeply felt.
Sweet bard, adieu! thy own harmonious lays
Have fculptur'd out thy monument of praise :
Yes, these furvive to time's remotest day;
While drops the buft, and boastful tombs decay.
Reader, if number'd in the muses train,
Go, tune the lyre, and imitate his ftrain 2
But, if no poet thou, reverse the plan,
Depart in peace, and imitate the man..

POEMS:

BY

DR. GOLDSMITH.

A

PROLOGUE,

WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY

THE POET LA BERIUS,

A Roman Knight whom CESAR forced upon the Stage.

PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS. *

WHAT! no way left to fhun the inglorious stage,

And fave from infamy my finking age.

;

Scarce half-alive, opprefs'd with many a year,
What in the name of dotage drives me here?
A time there was, when glory was my guide,
Nor force nor fraud could turn my steps afide
Unaw'd by pow'r, and unappal'd by fear,
With honeft thrift I held my honour dear;
But this vile hour difperfes all my ftore,
And all my hoard of honour is no more;
For ah! too partial to my life's decline,
Cæfar perfuades, fubmiffion must be mine;
Him I obey, whom Heav'n itself obeys,
Hopeless of pleasing, yet inclined to please.
Here then at once I welcome ev'ry fhame,
And cancel at three-score a life of fame;

* This tranflation was firft printed in one of our Author's earliest works, The prefent ftate of learning in Europe, 12mos 1759.

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The old buffoon will fit my name as well;
This day beyond its term my fate extends,
For life is ended when our honour ends.

THE

DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION.

A TALE.

SECLUDED

ECLUDED from domeftic ftrife,
Jack Book-worm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five

Made him the happiest man alive;
He drank his glafs and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.

Such pleasures unallay'd with care,
Could any accident impair ?
Could Cupid's fhaft at length transfix,
Our fwain arriv'd at thirty-fix?

O had the archer ne'er come down

To ravage in a country town!
Or Flavia been content to ftop
At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop.
O had her eyes forgot to blaze !
Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze.

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