An Elegy on the GLORY of her SEXMrsMary BLAIZER. Caldecott’sPICTUREBooksGeorge Routledge & SonsAn ElegyON THE GLORY OF HER SEXMrs. Mary Blaize.BYDr. OLIVER GOLDSMITH.Good people all, with one accord,Lament for Madam Blaize,Who never wanted a good word——From thosewho spoke her praise.The needy seldom pass’d her door,And always found her kind;She freely lent to all the poor——Who lefta pledge behind.She strove the neighbourhood to pleaseWith manners wondrous winning;And never follow’d wicked ways——Unless when she was sinning.At church, in silks and satins new,With hoop of monstrous size,She never slumber’d in her pew——But when she shut her eyes.Her love was sought, I do aver,By twenty beaux and more;The King himself has follow’d her—When she has walk’d before.But now, her wealth and finery fled,Her hangers-on cut short-all:The Doctors found, when she was dead—Her last disorder mortal.Let us lament, in sorrow sore,For Kent Street well may say,That had she lived a twelvemonth more,—She had not died to-day.TheGreat Panjandrum himselfR. Caldecott’sPICTURE BOOKS.George Routledge & Sons
An Elegy on the GLORY of her SEXMrsMary BLAIZER. Caldecott’sPICTUREBooksGeorge Routledge & Sons
An Elegy on the GLORY of her SEXMrsMary BLAIZER. Caldecott’sPICTUREBooksGeorge Routledge & Sons
An Elegy on the GLORY of her SEX
MrsMary BLAIZE
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An ElegyON THE GLORY OF HER SEXMrs. Mary Blaize.BYDr. OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
Good people all, with one accord,Lament for Madam Blaize,Who never wanted a good word——
Good people all, with one accord,Lament for Madam Blaize,Who never wanted a good word——
Good people all, with one accord,Lament for Madam Blaize,Who never wanted a good word——
From those
From those
From those
who spoke her praise.
who spoke her praise.
who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom pass’d her door,And always found her kind;She freely lent to all the poor——
The needy seldom pass’d her door,And always found her kind;She freely lent to all the poor——
The needy seldom pass’d her door,And always found her kind;She freely lent to all the poor——
Who left
Who left
Who left
a pledge behind.
a pledge behind.
a pledge behind.
She strove the neighbourhood to pleaseWith manners wondrous winning;
She strove the neighbourhood to pleaseWith manners wondrous winning;
She strove the neighbourhood to pleaseWith manners wondrous winning;
And never follow’d wicked ways——
And never follow’d wicked ways——
And never follow’d wicked ways——
Unless when she was sinning.
Unless when she was sinning.
Unless when she was sinning.
At church, in silks and satins new,With hoop of monstrous size,She never slumber’d in her pew——
At church, in silks and satins new,With hoop of monstrous size,She never slumber’d in her pew——
At church, in silks and satins new,With hoop of monstrous size,She never slumber’d in her pew——
But when she shut her eyes.
But when she shut her eyes.
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was sought, I do aver,By twenty beaux and more;The King himself has follow’d her—
Her love was sought, I do aver,By twenty beaux and more;The King himself has follow’d her—
Her love was sought, I do aver,By twenty beaux and more;The King himself has follow’d her—
When she has walk’d before.
When she has walk’d before.
When she has walk’d before.
But now, her wealth and finery fled,Her hangers-on cut short-all:The Doctors found, when she was dead—Her last disorder mortal.
But now, her wealth and finery fled,Her hangers-on cut short-all:The Doctors found, when she was dead—Her last disorder mortal.
But now, her wealth and finery fled,Her hangers-on cut short-all:The Doctors found, when she was dead—Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,For Kent Street well may say,That had she lived a twelvemonth more,—She had not died to-day.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,For Kent Street well may say,That had she lived a twelvemonth more,—She had not died to-day.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,For Kent Street well may say,That had she lived a twelvemonth more,—She had not died to-day.
TheGreat Panjandrum himselfR. Caldecott’sPICTURE BOOKS.George Routledge & Sons
TheGreat Panjandrum himselfR. Caldecott’sPICTURE BOOKS.George Routledge & Sons
TheGreat Panjandrum himself
R. Caldecott’sPICTURE BOOKS.
George Routledge & Sons