The Sun.
London, England, 1816-09-18 00:00:00

ORIGIN A tionirrt.

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LINES on thc. DEATH. of a " erstitcripN,"
being a Patodfoo those wh;Lli apnear.d. in the Moroi:kg,
Chronictc of Aft;;koay, Augnst 5, 1816, and addressed to a
Personage of the highest Poetical Talent.

Miser Catulle ineptire.
CATULT-171.
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Poor Little play the fool nn M—rc.
Vulgar Tonguei.

Grief will hare way, but the fast falling 'fear
tic mingled with deep Execrations on those
Who could teuipt it.poutmitlen frum virtue's carre'r,.
Then leave her thus lonely her sorrows to close;

Whose vanity flew round her, only while fed
By the fame and the bliss which her Spring Beauties gave'
Wstose vanity auw to new victims has Sled, •
Who, like her, will be leftstO deipair and the grave!

Oh ! it sickens the heart to see bosoms so hollow,
And spirits so mean in the great and high-born ;
When nought from their cruel seductions can follow,
But the bringing a anklets to death and to scorn.

'Tis tick'uing to tee bow they 14010 with the gay,
Regardless of her who is pining in sorrow;
"fit bailiffs may seize her last blanket to-day,
AL, ot her corpse be dragg'd out by the parish to-morrow.

And thou 040),whose life a siek epicure's dream
Incoherent and gross—in corrupting has pased ;
Thou hast.chang's,' 10 a blight gentle Poesy's beaus,
And what might hare ieft blessings, bast us'd it to blast.

No—ncK for the riehes that i...•Vstts collected=—
Not fur all that is heapsd upon ;".44-,r,y's shrine;
so—nut fur the wealth of all those youisc infected,
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Tho' tuillions on millions would thus become aline—

Would I bear the pang:—E'en with the heart that thou bast,
The pang must have shot thro' that heart's inwost core,
.1-ladit thou heard this poor victim sob, breathing her last,
" My mind was picpurlefor seduction by M--11E."
"Spaniel. Sharnel,6 the Bard 1" future ages will st,e,
Whose lascivious soul•stirring song is a.curse;
a Far better, like insects that buzz fur a day,
" Be forgotten iisiouls, than remenakeed as worse

" Shame ! Shame tu'ilie Bard ! to the high gifted man,
" Who might hare instructed bower, palace, and ball T.
But win, adding fre'sh fuel to wantonness, ran
."fhrot each mode Ulthe Lyre, and mixed venom with all.

" Whose mind IMA a toi;isaU conipOuililed with rt.-.
" Which declAt Vice In brauty with wizard like powerli
" And gave, by exciting the lusts or the heart,
" For one gleam of sunshine, a &Is@ of shouers l

Wuose linmoUr destructive as bog-gender'd light,
" Led to death whilst around it seducingly play's! ;
" Whose Wit in die combat put Virtue to eight;
" Aid carried her heart-stain away on its hiatle`;
" Whose Eloquence, Witting whatever it tried,
" Whether treason or ckncy—the gay or the grave'',
" Was as rapid as deep and o'erwitcluting a tide
" As ever sank Modesty under its wave."

Yes—such is the man—and most wretched l►is fate,
When for talents perverted at last hg most grieve ;
When stretch'd on his death-bed, repentant ton late,
The world and its joys can no longer &cries !

In the tortures of Hell there are DORIUMIS that prey
nn mon, by corrupting them till their last sigh;
thy Perverters, oh Genius ! as cruel as they
Whil►t living pollute them, and damn when they die.