The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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 | The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] |  |
Although the ladies with such beauty blaze,
They very frequently my passion raise—
Their charms compensate, scarce, their want of taste.
Passing amidst the Exhibition crowd,
I heard some damsels fashionably loud;
And thus I give the dialogue that pass'd.
They very frequently my passion raise—
Their charms compensate, scarce, their want of taste.
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I heard some damsels fashionably loud;
And thus I give the dialogue that pass'd.
‘Oh! the dear man!’ cried one, ‘look! here's a bonnet!
He shall paint me—I am determin'd on it—
Lord! cousin, see! how beautiful the gown!
What charming colours! here's fine lace, here's gauze!
What pretty sprigs the fellow draws!
Lord, cousin! he's the cleverest man in town!’
He shall paint me—I am determin'd on it—
Lord! cousin, see! how beautiful the gown!
What charming colours! here's fine lace, here's gauze!
What pretty sprigs the fellow draws!
Lord, cousin! he's the cleverest man in town!’
‘Ay, cousin,’ cried a second, ‘very true—
And here, here's charming green, and red, and blue!
There's a complexion beats the rouge of Warren!
See those red lips, oh la! they seem so nice!
What rosy cheeks then, cousin to entice!—
Compar'd to this, all other heads are carrion.
And here, here's charming green, and red, and blue!
There's a complexion beats the rouge of Warren!
See those red lips, oh la! they seem so nice!
What rosy cheeks then, cousin to entice!—
Compar'd to this, all other heads are carrion.
Cousin, this limner quickly will be seen,
Painting the Princess Royal, and the Queen:
Pray, don't you think as I do, Coz?
But we'll be painted first, that's poz.’
Painting the Princess Royal, and the Queen:
Pray, don't you think as I do, Coz?
But we'll be painted first, that's poz.’
Such was the very pretty conversation
That pass'd between the pretty misses,
Whilst unobserv'd the glory of our nation,
Close by them hung Sir Joshua's matchless pieces.
Works! that a Titian's hand could form alone—
Works! that a Reubens had been proud to own.
That pass'd between the pretty misses,
Whilst unobserv'd the glory of our nation,
Close by them hung Sir Joshua's matchless pieces.
Works! that a Titian's hand could form alone—
Works! that a Reubens had been proud to own.
Permit me, ladies, now to lay before ye
What lately happen'd—therefore a true story.
What lately happen'd—therefore a true story.
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