433 And fair Italia lies upon her lee. Lay by her quondam vassals sorely humbled, The Pope himself looked pensive, pale, and lean, And was not half the man he once had been. 'While these the priest and those the noble fleeces, Our poor old boot,' they said, 'is torn to Its tops the vengeful claws of Austria feel, heel. If happiness you seek, to tell you truly, 190 Bulli; A tramontane, a heretic the buck, 330 The Sultaun saw him on a holiday, Dealt forth a bonus of imputed merit, Then is Pat's time for fancy, whim, and spirit! To jest, to sing, to caper fair and free, And dance as light as leaf upon the tree. By Mahomet,' said Sultaun Solimaun, 'That ragged fellow is our very man! Rush in and seize him- do not do him hurt, But, will he nill he, let me have his shirt.' 340 Shilela their plan was wellnigh after balking Much less provocation will set it a-walking But the odds that foiled Hercules foiled Paddy Whack; They seized, and they floored, and they stripped him Alack! Up-bubboo! Paddy had not - - a shirt to his back! And the king, disappointed, with sorrow and shame Went back to Serendib as sad as he came. LINES WRITTEN FOR MISS SMITH Miss Smith, afterward Mrs. Bartley, was an actress who greatly pleased Scott, and he wrote these lines for the night of her benefit at the Edinburgh Theatre in 1817. WHEN the lone pilgrim views afar Oppress his soul; while they delight We too who ply the Thespian art hearts |