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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['Twas in that month when Nature drear]
'Twas in that month when Nature drear,
With sorrow whimpering, drops a tear,
To find that Winter, with a savage sway,
Prepares to leave his hall of storms,
And crush her flow'rs' delightful forms,
And banish Summer's poor last lingering ray;
With sorrow whimpering, drops a tear,
To find that Winter, with a savage sway,
Prepares to leave his hall of storms,
And crush her flow'rs' delightful forms,
And banish Summer's poor last lingering ray;
'Twas in that season when the men of slop,
The Jew and Gentile turn towards their shop,
In alleys dark of London's ample round;
From Margate's handsome spot, and Hooper's-Hill,
And Dandelion, where, with much good-will,
Of butter'd rolls they swallow'd many a pound;
The Jew and Gentile turn towards their shop,
In alleys dark of London's ample round;
From Margate's handsome spot, and Hooper's-Hill,
And Dandelion, where, with much good-will,
Of butter'd rolls they swallow'd many a pound;
I too, the bard, from Thanet's pleasant isle,
Where, at a lodging-house, I liv'd in style,
Prepar'd with Gentile and with Jew to wander;
So pack'd up all my little odds and ends;
Took silent leave of all my Margate friends,
And sought a gallant vessel's great commander;
Who, proud of empire, rul'd with conscious joy
His wooden kingdom, call'd a Margate Hoy!
Where, at a lodging-house, I liv'd in style,
Prepar'd with Gentile and with Jew to wander;
So pack'd up all my little odds and ends;
Took silent leave of all my Margate friends,
And sought a gallant vessel's great commander;
Who, proud of empire, rul'd with conscious joy
His wooden kingdom, call'd a Margate Hoy!
Lord! how my gaping readers long to know,
Which gallant vessel's valiant lord
(A natural curiosity, I trow!)
Hail'd the great poet and his trunk on board!
If Kydd, who nicks the passage to an inch,
Or he, his high and mighty rival, Finch.
Which gallant vessel's valiant lord
(A natural curiosity, I trow!)
Hail'd the great poet and his trunk on board!
If Kydd, who nicks the passage to an inch,
Or he, his high and mighty rival, Finch.
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