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Lib. I. Carmen VII.
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Lib. I. Carmen VII.
Laudabunt alii claram Rhodon, aut Mitylene, &c.
Some say that the air is much finer in Paris,
Or puff Naples in strains all as soft as its soap;
Others laud in their journal the City Eternal,
The Piazza di Spagna, the Corso, the Pope:—
Some more waste their pennies in tumbledown Venice
Or beggarly Florence, where Burgherst is queen;
And we've heard some dull villain bepraising of Milan.
Some, like mulligatawny, are stuck in Turin;—
It me very much puzzles to find what's in Brussels;—
As for Spa or Liege, why that's only a bam.
Their taste is not much, sir, who, lauding the Dutch, sir,
Speak well of that big-breechesed town, Amsterdam.
Or puff Naples in strains all as soft as its soap;
Others laud in their journal the City Eternal,
The Piazza di Spagna, the Corso, the Pope:—
Some more waste their pennies in tumbledown Venice
Or beggarly Florence, where Burgherst is queen;
And we've heard some dull villain bepraising of Milan.
Some, like mulligatawny, are stuck in Turin;—
It me very much puzzles to find what's in Brussels;—
As for Spa or Liege, why that's only a bam.
Their taste is not much, sir, who, lauding the Dutch, sir,
Speak well of that big-breechesed town, Amsterdam.
I'd as soon read Tom Roscoe, as sojourn in Moscow,
Or in Petersburgh, frosty-faced home of the Czar;
And as for your Hamburghers, and all other d--- burghers,
God keep us from such cursed cattle afar.
Let them prate of the Prater, while others so great are
On Berlin, where Blucher I knew in old times;
But I vow unto you, Nick, that sooner than Munich
I'd dwell in, I'd listen to Ludwig's own rhymes.
Or in Petersburgh, frosty-faced home of the Czar;
And as for your Hamburghers, and all other d--- burghers,
God keep us from such cursed cattle afar.
Let them prate of the Prater, while others so great are
On Berlin, where Blucher I knew in old times;
But I vow unto you, Nick, that sooner than Munich
I'd dwell in, I'd listen to Ludwig's own rhymes.
In jack-boots or pattens, away off to Athens,
Philhells and bluestockings, dear women! repair;
While the Turcophiles ramble to Mahomet's Stambol,
But, by Allah!—dear fellow:—you'll ne'er catch me there.
As for Stockholm, in Sweden, (which Rudbeck thought Eden,)
I'd as lief go to Boulogne or Botany Bay:—
He must be a Pagan, who thinks Copenhagen
A spot where a Christian could venture to stay.
Philhells and bluestockings, dear women! repair;
While the Turcophiles ramble to Mahomet's Stambol,
But, by Allah!—dear fellow:—you'll ne'er catch me there.
As for Stockholm, in Sweden, (which Rudbeck thought Eden,)
I'd as lief go to Boulogne or Botany Bay:—
He must be a Pagan, who thinks Copenhagen
A spot where a Christian could venture to stay.
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My head I'm not troubling about dirty Dublin,
Or Edinburgh city, small place in the north;
The first in the Liffey I'd pitch in a jiffy,
T'other village might fill some thin creek of the Forth.
To conclude—To Madrid, sir, farewell do I bid, sir,
And garlicky Lisbon, strong town of Miguel;—
So, on casting the tour up of all parts of Europe,
I conclude for the sweet shady side of Pall Mall.
Or Edinburgh city, small place in the north;
The first in the Liffey I'd pitch in a jiffy,
T'other village might fill some thin creek of the Forth.
To conclude—To Madrid, sir, farewell do I bid, sir,
And garlicky Lisbon, strong town of Miguel;—
So, on casting the tour up of all parts of Europe,
I conclude for the sweet shady side of Pall Mall.
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