Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and OthersG. P. Putnam's sons, 1890 - 341 Seiten |
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... hand the patriotic proceedings , and held up to ridicule the persons and habits , of the most distinguished Whig leaders , must have possessed no common merit to have won the encomiums of such liberal politicians and such critics as ...
... hand the patriotic proceedings , and held up to ridicule the persons and habits , of the most distinguished Whig leaders , must have possessed no common merit to have won the encomiums of such liberal politicians and such critics as ...
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... hand is playing at cup and ball ; the latter being a globe to denote his influence over foreign countries as well as at home . His right foot is supported by DUNDAS and WILBERFORCE , and is extended to be submissively kissed by his ...
... hand is playing at cup and ball ; the latter being a globe to denote his influence over foreign countries as well as at home . His right foot is supported by DUNDAS and WILBERFORCE , and is extended to be submissively kissed by his ...
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... hand , and be marked Mr. MARTEN in the face with it , and Mr. MARTEN did the like to him " . But many of his excesses were condoned in the eyes of both his friends and enemies by his generous and humane spirit . D'ISRAELI , in his ...
... hand , and be marked Mr. MARTEN in the face with it , and Mr. MARTEN did the like to him " . But many of his excesses were condoned in the eyes of both his friends and enemies by his generous and humane spirit . D'ISRAELI , in his ...
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... hand To raise our country's glory : When Britain calls , her valiant sons Will rush in crowds to aid her- Snatch , snatch your muskets , prime your guns , And crush the fierce invader ! Whilst every Briton's song shall be , " O give us ...
... hand To raise our country's glory : When Britain calls , her valiant sons Will rush in crowds to aid her- Snatch , snatch your muskets , prime your guns , And crush the fierce invader ! Whilst every Briton's song shall be , " O give us ...
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... hand Her liberties to barter . The noble mind is not at all By poverty degraded ; ' Tis guilt alone can make us fall , And well am I persuaded , Each free - born Briton's song should be , " Oh ! give me Death or Liberty ! " II . Though ...
... hand Her liberties to barter . The noble mind is not at all By poverty degraded ; ' Tis guilt alone can make us fall , And well am I persuaded , Each free - born Briton's song should be , " Oh ! give me Death or Liberty ! " II . Though ...
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ADAIR admirers Anti-Jacobin Anti-Jacobin Review appeared arms Ballynahinch BEEF BEEFINGTON bequeath Britain British BUONAPARTE Casimere Cecilia character Chepstow Castle COLERIDGE Crown didactic poems Directory Duke of Norfolk editor England English ERSKINE eyes fair France French French Revolution German Government hand head heart honour hope Horace Horace Walpole House imitation Jacobin JOHN JOHN HORNE TOOKE King land laws LEPAUX letter liberty lines Lord MADAME MADAME DE STAEL Matilda mind Minister moral Morning Chronicle Morning Post never niversity of Gottingen nymphs o'er paper parody patriot peace PITT poet poetry political Pottingen present principles published PUDD Puddingfield readers republican Revolution Rogero Rolliad scene SIR ROBERT ADAIR Sirmio smile Society song soon soul SOUTHEY spirit sweet thee Theophilanthropists thou thought tion toast took translation truth verse virtue WAITER waves Whig writings young
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Seite 309 - And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild, unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Seite 308 - Echo still through all the song ; And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close; And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair...
Seite 24 - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, Sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,' This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishStocks for a vagrant.
Seite 239 - Association for promoting the Discovery of the Interior Parts of Africa...
Seite 24 - Was it the squire for killing of his game? or Covetous parson for his tithes distraining? Or roguish lawyer made you lose your little All in a lawsuit? (Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready to fall as soon as you have told your Pitiful story.
Seite 309 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung — The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known...
Seite 23 - Needy knife-grinder ! whither are you going ? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order — Bleak blows the blast • — your hat has got a hole in't, So have your breeches ! " Weary knife-grinder ! little think the proud ones Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeroad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, ' Knives and Scissors to grind O...
Seite 168 - From the Spaniards' late defeat, And his crews, with shouts victorious, Drank success to England's fleet ; On a sudden, shrilly sounding, Hideous yells and shrieks were heard ; Then, each heart with fear confounding, A sad troop of ghosts...
Seite 131 - And bade to form her infant mind. Stern, rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore ; What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
Seite 132 - Thy form benign, oh goddess, wear, Thy milder influence impart, Thy philosophic train be there To soften, not to wound, my heart. The generous spark extinct revive Teach me to love, and to forgive, Exact my own defects to scan, What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.