Jacol Quirk del

Sub Jan 23 1808 by Walker N° 9 (Savill)

ALPHONSO!!!

A
*Touch at the SUBLIME and BEAUTIFUL!!!*

BY
JACOB QUIRK,
*A modern Sonneteer.*

A SÓLILOQUY.

HUNGRY and cold, unshelter'd with a Cloak,
A solitary Wretch, these Shores I roam;
Whilst on my Ear hoarse grates the Raven's Croak
Monotonous—and Billows round me foam.
Here oft I sit me on these rocky Heights,
And think of better Days that once I knew,
When Wealth and Pleasure danc'd before my View,
Or Love and Fancy took excursive Flights,
Cheating the halcyon Hours of Youth away.
But, ah! how chang'd the Scene! now Love nor Joy,
Flushes my Cheek or lights my downcast Eye,
Nor WIFE—nor FRIEND—shall cheer me on my Way—
ALPHONSO said—and straight his Sorrows to compose,
Drew out his—POCKET-HANDKERCHIEF and wip'd his NOSE.