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A collection of poems on various subjects

including the theatre, a didactic essay; in the course of which are pointed out, the rocks and shoals to which deluded adventurers are inevitably exposed. Ornamented with cuts and illustrated with notes, original letters and curious incidental anecdotes [by Samuel Whyte]

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STANZAS, ON THE RECOVERY OF DR. QUIN,

FROM A LATE DANGEROUS INDISPOSITION, IN THE YEAR MDCCLXXII.

As, late, at Quin's devoted head
The ruthless tyrant aim'd his dart,
Around a general horror spread,
And anguish seiz'd on every heart:
When, bursting from a golden cloud,
Awake, alive to human woe,
A seraph voice was heard aloud—
‘Yet, monster! yet, suspend the blow—
‘Disease and pain demand his aid;
‘From him the orphan claims his sire;
‘Unnumber'd vows for him are paid;
‘With him unnumber'd hopes expire.

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‘Though rare, alas! on earth to find
‘A heart so fitted for the skies,
‘Yet, heaven in pity to mankind,
‘His perfect bliss awhile denies.—
‘The fears of friendship to remove;
‘To wipe the tear from pity's eye;
‘To banish from the breast of love
‘The dread suspense, the anxious sigh;
‘To spare the child to helpless age,
‘Just trembling on the verge of life;
‘To shield from fate's severest rage
‘The bleeding bosom of the wife;
‘For this he lives—yet heaven pursues
‘To nobler ends it's vast designs;
‘Nor to weak man's contracted views
‘Supreme benevolence confines:
‘On higher aims intent—to spare
‘Whom vice hath led from truth astray,
‘'Till holy penitence and prayer
‘To mercy's throne shall ope the way;

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‘To mark to man, the slave of sense,
‘Bewilder'd in the vale of strife,
‘('Till heaven shall, late, require him hence)
‘The bright example of his life—’
The angel ended—from on high
Responsive warblings breath along;
The Pœan swells through earth and sky,
And nature joins the choral song.