Page:The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift, Volume 18.djvu/439

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

( 425 )

OCCASIONED BY "NEWS FROM PARNASSUS." 1720.

IRELAND is now our royal care,
We lately fix'd our viceroy there:
How near was she to be undone,
Till pious love inspired her son!
What cannot our vicegerent do,
As poet and as patriot too?

Let his success our subjects sway,	$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Our inspirations to obey,
And follow where he leads the way:

Then study to correct your taste;

Nor beaten paths be longer traced.
No simile shall be begun,
With rising or with setting sun;
And let the secret head of Nile
Be ever banish'd from your isle.
When wretched lovers live on air,
I beg you'll the chameleon spare;
And when you'd make a hero grander,
Forget he's like a salamander.

No son of mine shall dare to say,	$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Aurora usher'd in the day,
Or ever name the milky-way.

↑ The last twelve lines of this poem were printed separately in 1743, on the death of lady Catharine Forbes, only daughter of Arthur, first earl of Granard, (descended from the noble family of Forbes in Scotland). She was the second lady of Arthur, third earl of Donegal; and died June 15, 1743.

You

[1] The last twelve lines of this poem were printed separately in 1743, on the death of lady Catharine Forbes, only daughter of Arthur, first earl of Granard, (descended from the noble family of Forbes in Scotland). She was the second lady of Arthur, third earl of Donegal; and died June 15, 1743.

[1]