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STANZAS FROM THE BANKS OF THE SHANNON.
1828.
“Take back the virgin page.”
Moore's Irish Melodies.
No longer, dear V---sey, feel hurt and uneasy
At hearing it said by thy Treasury brother,
That thou art a sheet of blank paper, my V---sey,
And he, the dear, innocent placeman, another.
At hearing it said by thy Treasury brother,
That thou art a sheet of blank paper, my V---sey,
And he, the dear, innocent placeman, another.
For, lo, what a service we, Irish, have done thee;—
Thou now art a sheet of blank paper no more;
By St. Patrick, we've scrawl'd such a lesson upon thee
As never was scrawl'd upon foolscap before.
Thou now art a sheet of blank paper no more;
By St. Patrick, we've scrawl'd such a lesson upon thee
As never was scrawl'd upon foolscap before.
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Come—on with your spectacles, noble Lord Duke,
(Or O'Connell has green ones he haply would lend you,)
Read V---sey all o'er (as you can't read a book)
And improve by the lesson we, bog-trotters, send you;
(Or O'Connell has green ones he haply would lend you,)
Read V---sey all o'er (as you can't read a book)
And improve by the lesson we, bog-trotters, send you;
A lesson, in large Roman characters trac'd,
Whose awful impressions from you and your kin
Of blank-sheeted statesmen will ne'er be effac'd—
Unless, 'stead of paper, you're mere asses' skin.
Whose awful impressions from you and your kin
Of blank-sheeted statesmen will ne'er be effac'd—
Unless, 'stead of paper, you're mere asses' skin.
Shall I help you to construe it? ay, by the Gods,
Could I risk a translation, you should have a rare one;
But pen against sabre is desperate odds,
And you, my Lord Duke (as you hinted once), wear one.
Could I risk a translation, you should have a rare one;
But pen against sabre is desperate odds,
And you, my Lord Duke (as you hinted once), wear one.
Again and again I say, read V---sey o'er;—
You will find him worth all the old scrolls of papyrus,
That Egypt e'er fill'd with nonsensical lore,
Or the learned Champollion e'er wrote of, to tire us.
You will find him worth all the old scrolls of papyrus,
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Or the learned Champollion e'er wrote of, to tire us.
All blank as he was, we've return'd him on hand,
Scribbled o'er with a warning to Princes and Dukes,
Whose plain, simple drift if they wo'n't understand,
Though caress'd at St. James's, they're fit for St. Luke's.
Scribbled o'er with a warning to Princes and Dukes,
Whose plain, simple drift if they wo'n't understand,
Though caress'd at St. James's, they're fit for St. Luke's.
Talk of leaves of the Sibyls!—more meaning convey'd is
In one single leaf such as now we have spell'd on,
Than e'er hath been utter'd by all the old ladies
That ever yet spoke, from the Sibyls to Eld---n.
In one single leaf such as now we have spell'd on,
Than e'er hath been utter'd by all the old ladies
That ever yet spoke, from the Sibyls to Eld---n.
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