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Oft' too with hideous yawn the cavern wide
Presents an orifice on either fide,
A dismal orifice, from sea to sea
Extended, pervious to the God of Day:
Uncouthly join'd, the rocks stupendous form
An arch, the ruin of a future storm :
High on the cliff their nests the Woodquests make,
And Sea-calves Atable in the oozy lake.
But when bleak Winter with his sullen train
Awakes the winds to vex the watery plain ;
When o'er the craggy lteep without control,
Big with the blast, the raging billows roll;
Not towns beleaguerd, not the flaming brand,
Darted from Heaven by Jove’s avenging hand,
Oft' as on impious men his wrath he pours,
Humbles their pride, and blasts their gilded towers,
Equal the tumult of this wild uproar :
Waves rush o'er waves, rebellows shore to shore.
The neighbouring race, though wont to brave the shocks
Of angry seas, and run along the rocks,
Now pale with terror, while the ocean foams,
Fly far and wide, nor trust their native homes.
The goats, while pendent from the mountain-top
The wither'd herb improvident they crop, i
Wash'd down the precipice with sudden sweep,
Leave, their sweet lives beneath th' unfathom'd deep.
The frighted ther, with desponding eyes,':.
Though safe, yet trembling in the harbour lies,
Nor hoping to behold the fkies serene,
Wearies with vows the monarch of the main.
UPON THE HORRID PLOT
DISCOVERED BY HARLEQUIN, The Bishop of ROCHESTER's French Dog *. In a Dialogue between a Whig and a TORY. 17234
ASK'D a Whig the other night,
How came this wicked plot to light ?
He answer'd, that a dog of late
Inform'd a minister of state.
Said I, from thence I nothing know;
For are not all informers fo?
A villain who his friend betrays,
We style him by no other phrase ;
And so a perjur'd dog denotes
Porter, and Prendergast, and Oates,
And forty others I could name.
Whio. But, you must know, this dog was lauk.
TORY. A weighty argument indeed!
Your evidence was lame : proceed :
Come, help your lame dog o'er tbe style.
WHIG. Sir, you mistake me all this while:
I mean a dog (without a joke)
Can howl, and hark, but never spoke.
Tory. I'm still to seek, which dog you mean ;
Whether cur Plunkeit, or whelp Skean,
Ar Englif or an Irish hound;
Prt other puppy, that was drown'd;
See the “ State Trials," Vol. VI.
Or Mason, that abandon'd bitch :
be free, and tell me which :
For every stander-by was marking
That all the noise they made was barking.
them well; the dogs have got
Their dogs-heads in a porridge pot :
And 'twas but just; for wise men say,
That every dog must have bis day.
Dog Walpole laid a quart
He'd either make a bog or dog on 't;
And look'd, since he has
his wifh, As if he had thrown down a dib. Yet this I dare foretel
from it, He 'll soon return to bis own vomit.
Whig. Befides, this horrid plot was found By Neynoe, after he was drown'd.
TORY. Why then the proverb is not right, Since you can teach dead dogs to bite.
Whic. I prov'd my propofition full :
But jacobites are strangely dul).
Now let me tell you plainly, Sir,
Our witness is a real cur.,
A dog of spirit for his years,
Has twice two legs, two hanging ears;
His name is Harlequin, I wot,
And that's a name in every plat:
Resolv'd to save the British nation,
Though French by birth and education;
His correspondence plainly dated
Was all decypher'd and transated,
His answers were exceeding pretty
Before the secret wise committee:
Confest as plain as he could bark ::
Then with his fore-foot fet his mark.
TORY. Then all this while have I been bubbled,
I thought it was a dog in doublet :
The matter now no longer sticks ;
For statesmen never want dog-tricks.
But since it was a real cur,
And not a dag in metaphor,
I give you joy of the report,
"That he 's to have a place at court.
Whir. Yes, and a place he will grow rich in;
A turn-spit in the royal kitchen.
Sir, "to be plain, I tell you what,
We had occasion for a plot :
And, when we found the dog begin it,
We guess’d the bishop's foot was in it.
Tory. I own, it was a dangerous proje;
And you have prov'd it by dog-logick.
Sure such intelligence between
A dog and bishop ne'er was seen,
Till you began to change the breed;
Your bifhops all are dogs indeed!
STELLA AT WOOD-PARK, A House of CHARLES FORD, Efq; near Dublin.
Caicumque nocere volebat, « Vestimenta dabat pretiosa.” DON Carlos, in a merry fright,
Did Stella to his house invite :
He entertain'd her half a year
With generous wines and costly chear,
Don Carlos made her chief director,
That she might o'er the servants hector.
In half a week the dame grew nice,
Got all things at the highest price :
Now at the table-head fhe fits,
Presented with the nicest bits :
She look’d on partridges with scorn,
Except they tasted of the corn :
A haunch of venison made her sweat,
Unless it had the right fumette.
Don Carlos earnestly would beg,
Dear madam, try this pigeon's leg ;
Was happy, when he could prevail
To make her only touch a quail.
Through candle-light fhe view'd the wine,
To see that every glass was fine.
At last, grown prouder than the devil
With feeding high and treatment civil,