[The Hamiltoniad or, An extinguisher for the royal faction of New-England. With copious notes, illustrative, biographical, philosophical, critical, admonitory, and political; being intended as a high-heeled shoe for all limping republicans. By Anthony Pasquin] [i.e. by John Williams] |
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Like the Phœbeian Byblis, craz'd with fears,
Sat Pontiff Tim, dissolving into tears;
By Misery mark'd, and smarting with her rod,
He threw his Lexicon at Laco's god:
Now wept, now laugh'd, at each convulsive throe,
A Tragi-comic, spectacle of woe!
At length, in pity, to his matchless grief,
Morpheus descended to infuse relief;
Gather'd a herb, from the Cimmerian bed,
And squeez'd the zest, with labour, through his head;
Then, most sublimely stupid, Yale's black lord,
Fell down recumbent, snuffled, writh'd and snor'd—
Rapt, in his sleep, all gorgeous, big and bright,
The vast Hierarch fill'd his mental sight;
To all the Diocesan aims allied!—
Forestalling every privilege of pride!—
Freighting with thunders from the Mother Church!—
Leaving the vulgar Christian in the lurch!—
Sinking in soul, a Despot to adore!—
Kissing the skirts of Babylon's red whore!—
To make D. D.'s ennobled, rich and grand,
And scatter mitres o'er the promis'd land:
For Massachusetts, (on the Monk's petition)
He trac'd an Abbey, for his own condition:
But gave Connecticut the—INQUISITION!
While yet the vision blisses could impart;
While Joy's full tide was pouring through his heart:
The papal bubble broke!—That Imp of song,
His own man Noah (ever in the wrong)
Stole in to tell him, with a hideous yell,
How C---b had struggled, and how W---l fell!
When all his nerves were knitted by Despair;
And Grandeur melted into viewless air!
Thus, when a vapour, (issued from a fen,)
Fraught with a pest, to sow disease 'mong men,
Hangs pendant on the margin of a Town,
With sullen ponderance and sable frown;
A keen North-Wester, rushing from the Lakes,
Bursts the concretion and the fluid breaks.
Then rosy-finger'd Health resumes her sway,
And Truth's broad beam irradiates the day.
Superb New-Haven moan'd—Hope look'd askew,
And pale Uriah's candles all burnt blue:
The minor Feds pour'd in, with panting breath,
To crave his blessing, ere they sunk in death;
But Tim was so bewilder'd with his sorrow,
He d---d them all, and bade them call to-morrow:
While Retribution, to coerce their glories,
Spread a tenesmus and hard-bound the Tories!
Sat Pontiff Tim, dissolving into tears;
By Misery mark'd, and smarting with her rod,
He threw his Lexicon at Laco's god:
Now wept, now laugh'd, at each convulsive throe,
A Tragi-comic, spectacle of woe!
At length, in pity, to his matchless grief,
Morpheus descended to infuse relief;
Gather'd a herb, from the Cimmerian bed,
And squeez'd the zest, with labour, through his head;
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Fell down recumbent, snuffled, writh'd and snor'd—
Rapt, in his sleep, all gorgeous, big and bright,
The vast Hierarch fill'd his mental sight;
To all the Diocesan aims allied!—
Forestalling every privilege of pride!—
Freighting with thunders from the Mother Church!—
Leaving the vulgar Christian in the lurch!—
Sinking in soul, a Despot to adore!—
Kissing the skirts of Babylon's red whore!—
To make D. D.'s ennobled, rich and grand,
And scatter mitres o'er the promis'd land:
For Massachusetts, (on the Monk's petition)
He trac'd an Abbey, for his own condition:
But gave Connecticut the—INQUISITION!
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While Joy's full tide was pouring through his heart:
The papal bubble broke!—That Imp of song,
His own man Noah (ever in the wrong)
Stole in to tell him, with a hideous yell,
How C---b had struggled, and how W---l fell!
When all his nerves were knitted by Despair;
And Grandeur melted into viewless air!
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Fraught with a pest, to sow disease 'mong men,
Hangs pendant on the margin of a Town,
With sullen ponderance and sable frown;
A keen North-Wester, rushing from the Lakes,
Bursts the concretion and the fluid breaks.
Then rosy-finger'd Health resumes her sway,
And Truth's broad beam irradiates the day.
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And pale Uriah's candles all burnt blue:
The minor Feds pour'd in, with panting breath,
To crave his blessing, ere they sunk in death;
But Tim was so bewilder'd with his sorrow,
He d---d them all, and bade them call to-morrow:
While Retribution, to coerce their glories,
Spread a tenesmus and hard-bound the Tories!
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