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BOOK IV. ODE XVth.
A TORY ODE .
I tried to sing, and touch'd my strings,
Of cities storm'd and conquer'd kings;
But Phœbus cried, What notes are these?
Forbear; nor let thy flimsey sail,
Swell'd by a light delusive gale,
Expose thee to the classic seas.
Of cities storm'd and conquer'd kings;
But Phœbus cried, What notes are these?
Forbear; nor let thy flimsey sail,
Swell'd by a light delusive gale,
Expose thee to the classic seas.
This age has brought us golden days,
Our guardian saint is cloy'd with praise,
With trophies and triumphant banners;
He lets St. Andrew clear the coast,
And drive the Whigs from every post,
To sweeten and correct their manners.
Our guardian saint is cloy'd with praise,
With trophies and triumphant banners;
He lets St. Andrew clear the coast,
And drive the Whigs from every post,
To sweeten and correct their manners.
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Cæsar has shut the gates of Janus
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And our Mæcenas to contain us,
Apt to be mutinous and idle,
Vamps the old arts, and makes them fit,
And changes Pelham's foolish bit
For Mansfield's scientific bridle.
And our Mæcenas to contain us,
Apt to be mutinous and idle,
Vamps the old arts, and makes them fit,
And changes Pelham's foolish bit
For Mansfield's scientific bridle.
By these old arts, Britannia's fame,
Diffusive as the Roman name,
In every clime has fix'd her standard,
As far as from the farthest West
To where the Phœnix builds her nest,
As far as ever Scotchman wander'd.
Diffusive as the Roman name,
In every clime has fix'd her standard,
As far as from the farthest West
To where the Phœnix builds her nest,
As far as ever Scotchman wander'd.
Whilst Tories rule, no civil fury,
No persecuting judge nor jury,
Shall interrupt our sweet repose;
No angry parties draw their swords,
No leaders with big looks and words,
Shall lead their princes by the nose.
No persecuting judge nor jury,
Shall interrupt our sweet repose;
No angry parties draw their swords,
No leaders with big looks and words,
Shall lead their princes by the nose.
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Our laws like thunderbolts are hurl'd,
And echo'd round the conquer'd world,
Their voice the stoutest heart appals,
Sachems in awful horror bound,
Hear not with wonder more profound
Niagara's tremendous falls.
And echo'd round the conquer'd world,
Their voice the stoutest heart appals,
Sachems in awful horror bound,
Hear not with wonder more profound
Niagara's tremendous falls.
Whilst we, our wives and children, all
Assembled in the good old hall,
And every neighbour young and old,
With Christmas merriment and cheer,
Plenty of cider, punch, and beer,
Fiddles and pipes like barons bold,
Assembled in the good old hall,
And every neighbour young and old,
With Christmas merriment and cheer,
Plenty of cider, punch, and beer,
Fiddles and pipes like barons bold,
Shall toast with bumpers and huzzas
The chiefs that fell in the old cause,
And celebrate the heavenly breed,
Sprung from a Latian swain's embrace ,
When Venus took the form and face
Of the fair daughter of the Tweed.
The chiefs that fell in the old cause,
And celebrate the heavenly breed,
Sprung from a Latian swain's embrace ,
When Venus took the form and face
Of the fair daughter of the Tweed.
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