The Works of Peter Pindar, Volume 2J. Walker, 1797 - Satire, English |
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agen amidst ANACREON Bard beast Behold blest blush call'd charms cry'd curse Dame dare dear delight dev'l Devil dread ears EMP'ROR Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fame fate fav'rite fellow fire flame fool form'd gentle giv'n give glorious grace Grand Directors happy hath head hear heart Heav'n honour hyæna impudence JAMES BOSWELL JOHN NICHOLS KIEN LONG King kiss lady lofty Lord LORD MACARTNEY lyric maid Majesty MARGATE Master mighty Monarch mouth Muse Muse's ne'er never night nose Nymph o'er PETER PINDAR PITT pleas'd Poet poison'd poor pow'r praise pray pretty Prince Queen quoth rhymes roar rogue royal sacred sigh sing Sir JOSEPH SIR JOSEPH BANKS smile song soul stare sublime sweet tear thee thine things thou art thunder Verger verse virtues ween Where'er Whilst wild WILLIAM HAYLEY wing wish wonder Zounds
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Page 228 - Don't cry, my lad, but dance and sing; Don't be too wise, and be an ape : — In colors let thy soul be dressed, not crape. " Roses shall smooth life's journey, and adorn ; Yet mind me — if, through want of grace, Thou mean'st to fling the blessing in my face, Thou hast full leave to tread upon a thorn.
Page 114 - And that we came not into life to cry : To wear long faces, just as if our Maker, The God of Goodness, was an undertaker, Well pleas'd to wrap the soul's unlucky mien In sorrow's dismal crape, or bombasine.
Page 127 - Unlucky form'd on Nature's hungry plan; Who, Lord of Millions, trembles for his store, And fears to give a farthing to the Poor ; Proclaims that penury will be his fate, And, scowling, looks on charity with hate...
Page 404 - Now flutt'ring nectar from thy silken wings: Now standing on thy head, thy strength to find, And poking out thy small, long legs behind; And now thy pinions dost thou briskly ply; Preparing now to leave me — farewell, Fly!
Page 385 - Admirers ? Now to the point. — As Lord Macartney, with his most splendid retinue, is about to open a trade with thee, in the various articles of tin, blankets, woollen in general, &c.
Page 248 - tis most certainly right, At the doors of the rich ones to thunder; Like the thieves who set fire to a dwelling by night, And come in for a share of the plunder.