The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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NEXT MORNING.
To Richard Chamberlaine, Esq; Beaufort Buildings, London.
What means this Fury in my Veins?
This Fire that hisses thro' my Brains?
Ah me! my Head! my Head!
My Pulses beat; parch'd up my Tongue;
Dry are my Palms; my Nerves unstrung;
And every Sense is fled.
This Fire that hisses thro' my Brains?
Ah me! my Head! my Head!
My Pulses beat; parch'd up my Tongue;
Dry are my Palms; my Nerves unstrung;
And every Sense is fled.
Now nauseous Qualms my Bosom heave,
And, Oh! such sad Sensations give,
Too exquisite to name!
In dizzy Mists my Eye-Balls swim;
A Languor creeps o'er every Limb,
And all unmans my Frame.
And, Oh! such sad Sensations give,
Too exquisite to name!
In dizzy Mists my Eye-Balls swim;
A Languor creeps o'er every Limb,
And all unmans my Frame.
What Crime, or what Offence of mine,
Could so provoke the Powers divine,
This Punishment to send?
Poison to Man I never gave;
Ne'er wish'd my Father in his Grave;
Nor ever stabb'd my Friend.
Could so provoke the Powers divine,
This Punishment to send?
Poison to Man I never gave;
Ne'er wish'd my Father in his Grave;
Nor ever stabb'd my Friend.
But Patience! I deserve it all.
What Name shall I my Folly call?
My Folly! Oh! 'twas Madness.
With blooming Health my Bosom glow'd;
Calm and serene my Spirits flow'd,
And fill'd my Heart with Gladness.
What Name shall I my Folly call?
My Folly! Oh! 'twas Madness.
With blooming Health my Bosom glow'd;
Calm and serene my Spirits flow'd,
And fill'd my Heart with Gladness.
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Freedom, with sweet Contentment join'd,
And Fortune too with Smiles was kind,
To crown my happy Days;
No Fears my humble State annoy'd;
Life's every Blessing I enjoy'd;
And Peace smooth'd all my Ways.
And Fortune too with Smiles was kind,
To crown my happy Days;
No Fears my humble State annoy'd;
Life's every Blessing I enjoy'd;
And Peace smooth'd all my Ways.
When lo! a cruel Spoiler came;
Disguis'd with Friendship's sacred Name,
A treacherous Design:
He talk'd of Mirth, and Joy, and Jest;
His Arts prevail'd; he gave a Feast;
And, oh! he gave me Wine.
Disguis'd with Friendship's sacred Name,
A treacherous Design:
He talk'd of Mirth, and Joy, and Jest;
His Arts prevail'd; he gave a Feast;
And, oh! he gave me Wine.
Frequent and full the Glass I quaff;
Louder and more no Man could laugh;
I thought not of To-morrow;
But dire Misfortunes did succeed;
To-morrow brought an aking Head,
And fill'd my Heart with Sorrow.
Louder and more no Man could laugh;
I thought not of To-morrow;
But dire Misfortunes did succeed;
To-morrow brought an aking Head,
And fill'd my Heart with Sorrow.
Oh! fatal, and accursed Hour,
And Claret's more pernicious Power:
How could a Friend do this?
To cheat me with a seeming Joy,
And in a Moment to destroy
Whole Years of treasur'd Bliss.
And Claret's more pernicious Power:
How could a Friend do this?
To cheat me with a seeming Joy,
And in a Moment to destroy
Whole Years of treasur'd Bliss.
Restore, restore the genial Day;
Restore my Spirits free and gay,
And give me back my Senses;
Happy, if e'er again I find
Dear Health of Body, Peace of Mind;
I'll smile, and pity Princes.
Restore my Spirits free and gay,
And give me back my Senses;
Happy, if e'er again I find
Dear Health of Body, Peace of Mind;
I'll smile, and pity Princes.
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But farewell Feast, and farewell Riot;
For sober Ease and decent Quiet,
The Bottle I resign;
Firm to pursue this better Plan,
To drink Small-Beer, and make the Man,
Fair Temperance, ever thine.
For sober Ease and decent Quiet,
The Bottle I resign;
Firm to pursue this better Plan,
To drink Small-Beer, and make the Man,
Fair Temperance, ever thine.
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