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 VII.
Possess but faith, 'twill move a mountain;
Thus says the Bible, the great fountain,
The sacred fountain of immortal truth.
There are who say that Billy Pitt
In this dear war has shown his wit—
Lord! what a statesman!—what a clever youth!
Keen as the keenest eagle's view,
There's nothing that he cannot do.
Thus says the Bible, the great fountain,
The sacred fountain of immortal truth.
There are who say that Billy Pitt
In this dear war has shown his wit—
Lord! what a statesman!—what a clever youth!
Keen as the keenest eagle's view,
There's nothing that he cannot do.
Yes, have a portion of credulity,
And claw a pyramid, you'll pull it t'ye.
And claw a pyramid, you'll pull it t'ye.
Credulity's a pretty sand
To blind the people of the land:
O yes, it blinds weak women, and weak men,
Much like the sand that boys, in fun,
Fire from an engine called a gun,
To knock down a poor humming-bird, or wren.
To blind the people of the land:
O yes, it blinds weak women, and weak men,
Much like the sand that boys, in fun,
Fire from an engine called a gun,
To knock down a poor humming-bird, or wren.
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