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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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STANZAS, WRITTEN On a blank Leaf of WEBB's Beauties of Poetry, Painting, &c.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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STANZAS, WRITTEN On a blank Leaf of WEBB's Beauties of Poetry, Painting, &c.

PRESENTED TO The Right Hon. Lady ELIZABETH BIRMINGHAM.
To cultivate the Arts inclin'd,
Their Beauties skill'd to trace,
Bespeaks a liberal polish'd Mind;
Exists not in the base.
Perusing Shakespear's lofty Thought,
Or what a Raphael drew,
By something Heavenly are we caught,
And learn to be so too.
Alike, when Handel's magic Strains
The listening Soul invite,
Delight in every Bosom reigns,
And Virtue with Delight.
This, Webb in every Page displays,
Himself the living Test;
And, rendering others ample Praise,
His own stands forth confess'd.

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By thee, Eliza, all are lov'd;
By thee in Practice grac'd;
Thy noble Mind by all improv'd,
In Virtue, Judgement, Taste.
To Greatness born, and form'd to shine,
Be still the Arts thy Care;
Nor let meek Industry repine,
Nor modest Worth despair.
Desert shall raise her grateful Head,
To hail thy wish'd Approach;
And Orphans' Blessings, round thee spread,
Drive Envy from thy Coach.
Nor let the Widow's asking Tear,
In vain, assail thine Eye;
For Heaven respects the Widow's Prayer,
Repays the kind Supply.
Secure I plead, nor doubt Success;
Thy Fame my great Concern;
For, where the Lesson is, to bless,
I know thee apt to learn.
Swift, on the Wings of radiant Truth,
Abroad thy Merit flies;
Thy Praise, sweet Maid, fills every Mouth;
Thy Charms engage all Eyes.
And honest Pride dilates my Heart,
While Plaudits crown thy Name;
My Boast, all Goodness as thou art,
I blew the glorious Flame.
Waterstown, Tuesday, Dec. 25th, 1770.