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Poems, Epigrams and Sonnets

By R. E. Egerton-Warburton

Egerton-Warburton, R. E. (1804-1891)

POEMS

EPIGRAMS.

ON SEEING ON THE SAME BOOK-SHELF Johnson's Lives of the Poets, and Johnson's Lives of Highwaymen.

CARVING AND GILDING.

A RETORT UNCOURTEOUS.

A NEW DENOMINATION.

ON A NEW CHURCH, ERECTED A.D. 1842.

ON THE ADMISSION OF JEWS INTO PARLIAMENT.

ON SEEING SOME NAMES CUT ON A PANE OF GLASS.

EVERY MAN HIS HOBBY.

APPROPRIATE NAMES.

A TURN IN THE HIGHLANDS.

NOTES AND QUERIES.

STRIKING BEAUTY.

A BOTTLE OF THE OLD.

A SCENE IN THE HIGHLANDS.

JONES ENLIGHTENED.

SO MUCH FOR SENTIMENT.

SINK OR SWIM.

[Of old, when the church-building coffer was full]

PADDY'S REMONSTRANCE.

COMPLAISANCE.

TWO OF A TRADE.

MR. BRIGHT ON THE LAW OF ENTAIL.—1864.

HIDDEN TALENT.

SPIRIT-TAPPING.

HIS LORDSHIP'S INVITATION.

LENGTH AND DEPTH.

LITTLE LOVE.

ON THE FIGURE OF A NEGRO SUPPORTING A DIAL.

ON VISITING THE GREAT DUBLIN BREWERY.

CROSS-QUESTIONING.

THE CENSUS AND THE FAIR DISSENTER.

[Stone ox! if we were hungry you would satisfy but little us]

RAILWAY DIALOGUE.

A MYSTERY.

A DIALOGUE

ARGUMENT OF A DISSENTER

THE CHURCHMAN'S THREE WISHES.

POINT LACE.

FRENCH CLOCKS, 1876.

FROM THE ITALIAN.

TO A STATUE OF CUPID BEARING A BOW AND QUIVER.

ON AN ILL-NATURED PARASITE.

MY NEIGHBOUR.

[Through life the poor dolt who lies buried below]

[A martyr to verse, writing rhymes without number]

[The Duke lieth here; and in sorrow I bend]

[To paint some charms, as poets feign]

ON AN ILL-NATURED BEAUTY.

[Not prettier hands the Queen of Beauty grace]

[Licander in life has one object alone—]

[“Why were prudence and valour to women denied?”]

[“Love! beauteous boy!” Aminta cries]

THE WATERLESS BRIDGE.

THE REBUKE.

CURE FOR TOOTHACHE.

ON THE PICTURE OF THE DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE,

THE BARBER ABROAD.

THE LEY OF THE LANDLORD.

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[Stone ox! if we were hungry you would satisfy but little us]

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An ox carved in stone, and placed over the door of the public slaughter-house at Nuremberg, bears the following inscription:—

Omnia habent ortus suaque incrementa, sed ecce,
Quem cernis nunquam bos fuit hic vitulus.

Stone ox! if we were hungry you would satisfy but little us:
You never were a calf; though carv'd, you were not carv'd to victual us.