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] | ||
ODE VI.
Great was the bard's desire to sing the queen,
Vast in her soul, majestic in her mien;
But fierce George Hardinge swore if pens or pen
Of woman, women, man or men,
Vast in her soul, majestic in her mien;
But fierce George Hardinge swore if pens or pen
Of woman, women, man or men,
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In any wise or shape, in ode or tale,
Dar'd mention that superior lady, lo!
The law should deal them such a blow!—
Hang, pill'ry, or confine for life in jail!
Dar'd mention that superior lady, lo!
The law should deal them such a blow!—
Hang, pill'ry, or confine for life in jail!
And as a kite, on whom the small birds stare,
That tow'ring critic of the air,
Is oft beset by tribes of rooks and crows,
Amidst the crystal fields of heav'n;
By whose hard beaks and wings, no common foes,
Sad knocks to gentle kite are giv'n;
That tow'ring critic of the air,
Is oft beset by tribes of rooks and crows,
Amidst the crystal fields of heav'n;
By whose hard beaks and wings, no common foes,
Sad knocks to gentle kite are giv'n;
Surrounded thus amidst that lofty hall,
Nam'd Westminster, the gentle bard
Might of the sable legions taste the gall:
He therefore wisely means to play his card:
The poet's quidlibet audendi waves,
And thus his hide an old companion saves.
Nam'd Westminster, the gentle bard
Might of the sable legions taste the gall:
He therefore wisely means to play his card:
The poet's quidlibet audendi waves,
And thus his hide an old companion saves.
Ah me! the legislators of Parnassus,
In liberty, though Englishmen, surpass us!
What's sound at Hippocrene, the poet's Spa,
Is not at Westminster sound law!
In liberty, though Englishmen, surpass us!
What's sound at Hippocrene, the poet's Spa,
Is not at Westminster sound law!
Parnassus never with rare genius wars;
But aiding, lifts his head to strike the stars:
At Westminster how diff'rent is his fate?
Where if he soars sublime, and boldly sings,
The sheers of law, like fate's, shall snip his wings,
And bid him warble through an iron grate.
But aiding, lifts his head to strike the stars:
At Westminster how diff'rent is his fate?
Where if he soars sublime, and boldly sings,
The sheers of law, like fate's, shall snip his wings,
And bid him warble through an iron grate.
Perchaunce law neckcloths, form'd of deal or oak,
Like marriage, often an unpleasant yoke,
Shall rudely hug his harmless throat,
And stop his Apollinian note;
The empire of fair poetry o'erturning,
And putting every muse in mourning.
Like marriage, often an unpleasant yoke,
Shall rudely hug his harmless throat,
And stop his Apollinian note;
The empire of fair poetry o'erturning,
And putting every muse in mourning.
The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] | ||