The Probationary Odes of Jonathan Pindar, Esq A cousin of Peter's, and candidate for the post of Poet Laureat to the C. U. S. In two parts |
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Blest Speculation! on whose paper wings:
Some modern worthies rise like school boy's kite,
Soaring above us with supreme delight,
Whilst with the shouts below the welkin rings:
Shouts, such as farmers use to crows and daws,
Contempt and hatred speaking—not applause:
Some modern worthies rise like school boy's kite,
Soaring above us with supreme delight,
Whilst with the shouts below the welkin rings:
Shouts, such as farmers use to crows and daws,
Contempt and hatred speaking—not applause:
On thy light pinions A * s first 'gan to soar,
Rising, like any sky-lark, out of sight,
With S * h pursued his bold advent'rous flight,
S ** k and W ** h and a dozen more,
Whose names are all enrolled in the Banks,
An honor priz'd above constituents' thanks.
Rising, like any sky-lark, out of sight,
With S * h pursued his bold advent'rous flight,
S ** k and W ** h and a dozen more,
Whose names are all enrolled in the Banks,
An honor priz'd above constituents' thanks.
Aided by thee, the Politician's sight
Of error purg'd, the certain tract he spies,
The game pursues with eagle's wings and eyes,
And, seizing, quickens his impetuous flight:
Tho' gorg'd, insatiate still! for thus employ'd
Promethean vultures would be sooner cloy'd.
Of error purg'd, the certain tract he spies,
The game pursues with eagle's wings and eyes,
And, seizing, quickens his impetuous flight:
Tho' gorg'd, insatiate still! for thus employ'd
Promethean vultures would be sooner cloy'd.
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What, though the mutilated Soldiers' wounds
And carious aching stumps unheal'd remain,
With not a comfort to assuage his pain,
Whilst with his groans the troubled air resounds,
The sordid Gripus , all unfeeling, hears,
Or with the victim's pension stops his ears!
And carious aching stumps unheal'd remain,
With not a comfort to assuage his pain,
Whilst with his groans the troubled air resounds,
The sordid Gripus , all unfeeling, hears,
Or with the victim's pension stops his ears!
Let faithless Britain still with hostile arm,
Infest our commerce, and our lands invade,
Indians and Algerines suborn her views to aid,
And hold the nation always in alarm;
Thy venal train, on quarter-day intent,
Submission! cry, and peace! and six per cent.
Infest our commerce, and our lands invade,
Indians and Algerines suborn her views to aid,
And hold the nation always in alarm;
Thy venal train, on quarter-day intent,
Submission! cry, and peace! and six per cent.
O may corruption ne'er again obtain
So vile an agent to promote her cause,
Trampling on Justice, and her sacred laws,
And prostituting conscience 'self for gain;
Union shall flourish then, and strength arise,
And Justice wave her banners to the skies.
So vile an agent to promote her cause,
Trampling on Justice, and her sacred laws,
And prostituting conscience 'self for gain;
Union shall flourish then, and strength arise,
And Justice wave her banners to the skies.
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