The Works of Peter Pindar, Esq. [pseud.]: To which are Prefixed Memoirs of the Author's Life, Том 3J. Walker, 1812 Satires in verse, mainly political. |
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... give thy poor old Ancestors a blush ? Ah ! do not so unfashionably doat , And stitch one Spangle on an old Black Coat ! Let not one act ten thousand acts upbraid , A Farthing Candle ' midst a World of Shade.- But grant a solitary deed ...
... give thy poor old Ancestors a blush ? Ah ! do not so unfashionably doat , And stitch one Spangle on an old Black Coat ! Let not one act ten thousand acts upbraid , A Farthing Candle ' midst a World of Shade.- But grant a solitary deed ...
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... gives the general wish for power to glow ? To look contemptuous on the World below ; To bid that World bow down , admire , adore ; And grind the sallow faces of the Poor . Ask , to the Forest - laws what man gave birth ? A Nimrod , lo ...
... gives the general wish for power to glow ? To look contemptuous on the World below ; To bid that World bow down , admire , adore ; And grind the sallow faces of the Poor . Ask , to the Forest - laws what man gave birth ? A Nimrod , lo ...
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... , tremble ? -Keep the rascals poor . Tyrannic , would you wish to cut and carve ' em ? Their backs are at your service , only starve ' em . * Give them but money , quick uprise the knaves 18 EPISTLE TO LORD LONSDALE .
... , tremble ? -Keep the rascals poor . Tyrannic , would you wish to cut and carve ' em ? Their backs are at your service , only starve ' em . * Give them but money , quick uprise the knaves 18 EPISTLE TO LORD LONSDALE .
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To which are Prefixed Memoirs of the Author's Life Peter Pindar. * Give them but money , quick uprise the knaves , Forgetting in a moment they are Slaves : Lost to the meanness of their former station , The scornful upstarts damn their ...
To which are Prefixed Memoirs of the Author's Life Peter Pindar. * Give them but money , quick uprise the knaves , Forgetting in a moment they are Slaves : Lost to the meanness of their former station , The scornful upstarts damn their ...
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... not one Vote alone Can give a candidate the mob - raised Throne : Thus to the shrine of Virtue must be given More than one Deed , to seat the soul in Heaven . Deem otherwise , it were too mad by half : EPISTLE TO LORD LONSDALE . 23.
... not one Vote alone Can give a candidate the mob - raised Throne : Thus to the shrine of Virtue must be given More than one Deed , to seat the soul in Heaven . Deem otherwise , it were too mad by half : EPISTLE TO LORD LONSDALE . 23.
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agen amid Bard beast Behold blest blush Cesar charming Court cries Dame dare dear delight Devil Dogs Dundas Emperor EPISTLE eyes face fair fame fate Folly fool form'd Frogmore George Rose glorious glory Grace grand Directors grin groan happy head heart Heaven honour humble impudence Jack-ass Kien Long Kings and Queens kiss knave Lady laugh leek lofty Lonsdale Lord LORD MACARTNEY Lordship Majesty Margate Master mighty Monarch Muse Muse's never night nose o'er Peter Pindar Pitt Poet poor pray pretty pride Princes Privy Counsellor quoth Richmond roar rogue Royal Saint Saint Albans sans-culottes shame sigh smile Song soul stare sublime swear sweet tear thee thine things Throne Thunder Tilbury Fort Tom Paine turn'd twas vile vrom ween Weymouth Whitehaven wild Windsor wonder World Zounds
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Страница 309 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Страница 311 - ... his pride. He chose a mournful muse, Soft pity to infuse ; He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood'; Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed ! On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.
Страница 428 - Nicholson's mad Knights ; A joke upon the shave of Cooks at Court ; — Charms the fair Muse, and eke the World delights ; A pretty piece of inoffensive sport. Lo, in a little inoffensive Smile There lurks no Lever to oerturn the State, And King and Parliament (intention vile !), And hurl the Queen of Nations to her fate. No gunpowder my modest garrets hold, Dark lanterns, blunderbusses, masks, and matches ; Few words my simple furniture unfold ; A bed, a stool, a rusty coat in patches. Carpets,...
Страница 141 - ... &c. in favour of the two Kingdoms ; why might not a literary commerce take place between the great Kien Long, and the no less celebrated Peter Pindar? Thou art a man of Rhymes; and so am I.
Страница 224 - Maid:"— I verily believe that I should go : Yet parting should I say to thee, "Farewell; I cannot help it ; witchcraft's in her cell, The Passions like to be where tempests blow. "Go, Girl, enjoy thy Fish, and Flies, and Doves; But suffer me to giggle with the Loves.
Страница 190 - Deity of flesh and blood ? 0 lock the temple with thy strongest key, For fear thy Deity, a comely she, Should one day ramble in a frolic mood : —
Страница 168 - By heavens, thou mov'st a leg, and now its brother. And kicking, lo, again, thou mov'st another! And now thy little drunken eyes unclose, And now thou feelest for thy little nose, And, finding it, thou rubbest thy two hands Much as to say,
Страница 332 - A batch of bullocks ! see Great Caesar run: He stops the Drover — bargain is begun. He feels their ribs and rumps — he shakes his head — 'Poor, Drover, poor — poor, very poor indeed.
Страница 167 - tis with mortals, as it is with flies. Forever hankering after pleasure's cup, Though fate, with all his legions, be at hand, The beasts the draught of Circe can't withstand, But in goes every nose — they must, will sup.