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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ODE V.
Peter discovereth more scriptural Erudition— Groweth sarcastic on the Exhibition—Giveth a wonderful Account of St. Dennis—Blusheth for the Honour of his Country—Talketh sensibly of the Duc de Chartres and the French King.
‘Find me in Sodom out,’ (exclaim'd the Lord)
‘Ten gentlemen, the place sha'n't be untown'd—
That is, I will not burn it ev'ry board:’
The dev'l a gentleman was to be found!
But this was rather hard, since Heav'n well knew
That every fellow in it was a Jew.
‘Ten gentlemen, the place sha'n't be untown'd—
That is, I will not burn it ev'ry board:’
The dev'l a gentleman was to be found!
But this was rather hard, since Heav'n well knew
That every fellow in it was a Jew.
This house is nearly in the same condition—
Scarce are good things amid those wide abodes—
Find me ten pictures in this Exhibition,
That ought not to be d---n'd, I'll burn my Odes!
And then the world will be in fits and vapours,
Just as it was for poor Lord Mansfield's papers .
Scarce are good things amid those wide abodes—
Find me ten pictures in this Exhibition,
That ought not to be d---n'd, I'll burn my Odes!
And then the world will be in fits and vapours,
Just as it was for poor Lord Mansfield's papers .
St. Dennis, when his jowl was taken off,
Hugg'd it, and kiss'd it—carried it a mile—
This was a pleasant miracle enough,
That maketh many an unbeliever smile.
Hugg'd it, and kiss'd it—carried it a mile—
This was a pleasant miracle enough,
That maketh many an unbeliever smile.
‘'Sblood! 'tis a lie!’ you roar—Pray do not swear,
You may believe the wondrous tale indeed!
Speak, hav'n't you said that many a picture here
Was really done by folks without a head?
And hav'n't you sworn this instant, with surprise,
That he who did that thing, had neither hands nor eyes?
You may believe the wondrous tale indeed!
Speak, hav'n't you said that many a picture here
Was really done by folks without a head?
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That he who did that thing, had neither hands nor eyes?
How is it that such miserable stuff
The walls of this stupendous building stains?
The council's ears with pleasure I could cuff;
Mind me—I don't say, batter out their brains.
What will Duke Chartres say when he goes home
And tells King Lewis all about the room?
The walls of this stupendous building stains?
The council's ears with pleasure I could cuff;
Mind me—I don't say, batter out their brains.
What will Duke Chartres say when he goes home
And tells King Lewis all about the room?
Why, viewing such a set of red-hot heads,
Our Exhibition he will liken Hell to;
Then to the Monarch, who both writes and reads
Give hand-bills of the wonderous Katterfelto.
Swearing th' Academy was all so flat,
He'd rather see the wizard and his cat.
Our Exhibition he will liken Hell to;
Then to the Monarch, who both writes and reads
Give hand-bills of the wonderous Katterfelto.
Swearing th' Academy was all so flat,
He'd rather see the wizard and his cat.
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