All the talents' garland or, A few rockets let off at a celebrated ministry. Including Elijah's mantle, the Uti Possidetis, and other poems of the same author. By eminent political characters. The third edition, greatly enlarged [by E. A. Barrett] |
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“TEMPLA QUAM DILECTA.” |
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“TEMPLA QUAM DILECTA.”
BY THE AUTHOR OF “ALL THE TALENTS IN IRELAND,”
AND “A POETICAL PARODY ON LORD GRENVILLE'S LETTER TO DR. GASKIN,
WITH THE ANSWERS THERETO.”
'Tis rarely mottos truth impart,
With half such shrewdness or such art,
As Stowe's proud Lords affect-a:
These Nobles boast, with conscience clear,
That fifty thousand pounds a year
Rear'd “Templa quam dilecta.”
With half such shrewdness or such art,
As Stowe's proud Lords affect-a:
These Nobles boast, with conscience clear,
That fifty thousand pounds a year
Rear'd “Templa quam dilecta.”
Well may their houses proudly rise,
Well may they common folks despise,
And sycophants select-a;
While groaning nations give them cash
Amidst extravagance to dash.
Oh! “Templa quam dilecta!”
Well may they common folks despise,
And sycophants select-a;
While groaning nations give them cash
Amidst extravagance to dash.
Oh! “Templa quam dilecta!”
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Tellers and auditors a store,
To make us curse them o'er and o'er,
And wish the Dev'l collect-a;
Tied to our backs, we fret and fume,
For even death will make no room
In “Templa quam dilecta.”
To make us curse them o'er and o'er,
And wish the Dev'l collect-a;
Tied to our backs, we fret and fume,
For even death will make no room
In “Templa quam dilecta.”
Reversions we in turn would make,
If Satan could reversions take
Of men his own elect-a;
'Tis those that we could truly spare,
Below with splendour they might rear
Their “Templa quam dilecta.”
If Satan could reversions take
Of men his own elect-a;
'Tis those that we could truly spare,
Below with splendour they might rear
Their “Templa quam dilecta.”
But even Buckingham has read
That Sampson pull'd a house o'er head,
Tore down the “spissa tecta:”
Perhaps a kingdom now to save,
We'll see the monument and grave
Of “Templa quam dilecta.”
That Sampson pull'd a house o'er head,
Tore down the “spissa tecta:”
Perhaps a kingdom now to save,
We'll see the monument and grave
Of “Templa quam dilecta.”
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