Horace in London Consisting of imitations of the first two books of the odes of Horace. By the authors of the rejected addresses, or the new theatrum poetarum [Horace and James Smith] |
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ODE I. To John Bull, Esq.
Mæcenas atavis edite regibus.
Dread Sir! half human, half divine,
Descended from a lengthen'd line
Of heroes famed in story—
Of Ocean undisputed lord;
Of Europe and her recreant horde
The “riddle, jest and glory.”
Descended from a lengthen'd line
Of heroes famed in story—
Of Ocean undisputed lord;
Of Europe and her recreant horde
The “riddle, jest and glory.”
What various sports attract your sons!
Some to Hyde Park escape from duns,
In curricle or tandem:
In dusty clouds envelop'd quite,
Like Jove, who from Olympus height,
Hurls thunderbolts at random.
Some to Hyde Park escape from duns,
In curricle or tandem:
In dusty clouds envelop'd quite,
Like Jove, who from Olympus height,
Hurls thunderbolts at random.
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One draws his gold from Lombard Street,
Amongst the Lords to buy a seat,
The Lord knows why or wherefore:
Another, give him rural sports,
And crouded cities, splendid courts,
He not a jot will care for.
Amongst the Lords to buy a seat,
The Lord knows why or wherefore:
Another, give him rural sports,
And crouded cities, splendid courts,
He not a jot will care for.
The merchant, baulk'd by Boreas, vents
His idle anger, and laments
Some luckless speculation:
Of ease, and Clapham Common talks,
But soon on Gresham's murmuring walks
Resumes his daily station.
His idle anger, and laments
Some luckless speculation:
Of ease, and Clapham Common talks,
But soon on Gresham's murmuring walks
Resumes his daily station.
This makes the jolly God his theme,
In claret drowns Aurora's beam,
And riots with the friskers:
That a dragoon, delights in arms,
And thoughtless of Mamma's alarms,
Sports high-heel'd boots and whiskers.
In claret drowns Aurora's beam,
And riots with the friskers:
That a dragoon, delights in arms,
And thoughtless of Mamma's alarms,
Sports high-heel'd boots and whiskers.
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The hunter quits his bed at five,
The fox or timorous deer to drive
Down precipices horrid,
And carries home, returning late,
A trophy for his amorous mate,
The antlers on his forehead!
The fox or timorous deer to drive
Down precipices horrid,
And carries home, returning late,
A trophy for his amorous mate,
The antlers on his forehead!
Me toil and ease alternate share,
Books, and the converse of the fair,
(To see is to adore 'em;)
With these and London for my home,
I envy not the joys of Rome,
The Circus or the Forum!
Books, and the converse of the fair,
(To see is to adore 'em;)
With these and London for my home,
I envy not the joys of Rome,
The Circus or the Forum!
If you, great Sir, will deign to vote
For Horace, in his London coat,
Nor check my classic fury;
Great Magog of the lyric train,
I'll mount to kiss the Muses twain,
Who face the Gods of Drury.
For Horace, in his London coat,
Nor check my classic fury;
Great Magog of the lyric train,
I'll mount to kiss the Muses twain,
Who face the Gods of Drury.
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