II. From the centre A. at the distance A. B. Describe the circle B. C. D. At the distance B. A. from B. the centre The round A. C. E. to describe boldly venture. (Third postulate see.) And from the point C. In which the circles make a pother Bid the straight lines a journeying go. C. A. C. B. those lines will show To the points, which by A. B. are reckon'd, For Authority ye know. A. B. C. An Equilateral Triangle, Not Peter Pindar carp, nor Zoilus can wrangle. III. Because the point A. is the centre` Of the circular B. C. D. And because the point B. is the centre A. C. to A. B. and B. C. to B. A. Harmoniously equal for ever must stay; Both extend the kind hand To the basis A. B, Unambitiously join'd in Equality's Band. But to the same powers, when two powers are equal, My mind does some celestial impulse teach, Thus C. A. with B. C. strikes the same sure al liance, That C. A. and B. C. had with A. B. before; None attempting to soar The unanimous three C. A. and B. C. and A. B. All are equal, each to his brother, Preserving the balance of power so true: Ah! the like would the proud Autocratix' do! At taxes impending not Britain would tremble, Nor Prussia struggle her fear to dissemble; Nor the Mah'met-sprung wight The great Mussulman Would stain his Divan With Urine the soft-flowing daughter of Fright. IV. But rein your stallion in, too daring Nine! Should Empires bloat the scientific line? Or with dishevell'd hair all madly do ye run For transport that your task is done? 1 Empress of Russia. For done it is-the cause is tried! And Proposition, gentle maid, Who soothly ask'd stern Demonstration's aid, Is shown to be of equal side; And now our weary steed to rest in fine, 'Tis raised upon A. B. the straight, the given line. THE NOSE. YE souls unus'd to lofty verse, Who sweep the earth with lowly wing, A Nose! a mighty Nose I sing! Thus with unhallow'd hands, O muse, aspire, Light of this once all darksome spot Where now their glad course mortals run, First-born of Sirius begot Upon the focus of the sun I'll call thee for such thy earthly name What name so high, but what too low must be? Comets, when most they drink the solar flame I saw when from the turtle feast The thick dark smoke in volumes rose ! I saw the darkness of the mist Encircle thee, O Nose! Shorn of thy rays thou shott'st a fearful gleam (The turtle quiver'd with prophetic fright) Gloomy and sullen thro' the night of steam : So Satan's Nose when Dunstan urg'd to flight, Glowing from gripe of red hot pincers dread Athwart the smokes of Hell disastrous twilight shed! The furies to madness my brain devote― Hear ye, my entrails how they snap? Proboscis fierce! I am calein'd! I die! Thus, like great Pliny, in Vesuvius' fire, I perish in the blaze while I the blaze admire. 1789. MONODY ON A TEA-KETTLE. O MUSE who sangest late another's pain, I heard the Water issuing from the Wound— No more the Tea shall pour its flagrant steams around! O Goddess best beloved, delightful Tea! [vine? With thee compar'd what yields the madd'ning Sweet power! who know'st to spread the calm delight, And the pure joy prolong to midmost night! Ah! must I all thy varied sweets resign? Enfolded close in grief thy form I see; No more wilt thou extend thy willing arms, Receive the fervent Jove and yield him all thy charms! |