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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MARGARET's LAMENTATION.
WHY should yon old Abbey, should'ring
My poor fane with Gothic pride,
Cracking, sinking, falling, mould'ring,
On the back of Marg'ret ride?
My poor fane with Gothic pride,
Cracking, sinking, falling, mould'ring,
On the back of Marg'ret ride?
What is that huge ruin's merit?
Only fit for housing rats.
Be her guests, with all my spirit,
Hooting owls, and horrid bats!
Only fit for housing rats.
Be her guests, with all my spirit,
Hooting owls, and horrid bats!
Why am I to be despis'd,
Why am I to be kept under;
I who once by kings was priz'd?
What's the meaning on't, I wonder?
Why am I to be kept under;
I who once by kings was priz'd?
What's the meaning on't, I wonder?
I whose pow'r could agues charm,
Fits and tooth-aches, cramps and evils;
Satan's wicked self disarm;
Him, the great proud prince of devils.
Fits and tooth-aches, cramps and evils;
Satan's wicked self disarm;
Him, the great proud prince of devils.
Lo, that abbey for past years,
At each grand commemoration,
For Directors boasted peers—
Peers the glory of the nation!
At each grand commemoration,
For Directors boasted peers—
Peers the glory of the nation!
Who were my directors? Lo,
Doctor Parsons, Justice Collic;
Arnold and Dupuis and Co.
What a very pretty frolic!
Doctor Parsons, Justice Collic;
Arnold and Dupuis and Co.
What a very pretty frolic!
But 'tis said the king commanded,
And the grand Directors fell:
By the king were they disbanded?
Fame will blush the tale to tell.
And the grand Directors fell:
By the king were they disbanded?
Fame will blush the tale to tell.
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Soon I'll go (for what should hinder?)
To the first of rhiming men;
To that giant Peter Pindar—
He shall hear—and then, and then!!
To the first of rhiming men;
To that giant Peter Pindar—
He shall hear—and then, and then!!
Peter in his wrath shall rise,
And the scythe of verse prepare;
Lo, I see his lightning eyes!
Lo, his arm of vengeance bare!
And the scythe of verse prepare;
Lo, I see his lightning eyes!
Lo, his arm of vengeance bare!
Backs of monarchs shall he slice,
As he scorns them so sincerely—
Woman need not ask him twice;
Peter loves the ladies dearly.
As he scorns them so sincerely—
Woman need not ask him twice;
Peter loves the ladies dearly.
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