The Probationary Odes of Jonathan Pindar, Esq A cousin of Peter's, and candidate for the post of Poet Laureat to the C. U. S. In two parts |
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ODE XIII.
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ODE XIII.
TO THE DEMOCRATIC SOCIETIES.
Jonathan revileth the Democratic Societies: vilifieth their Divinity—and rehearseth her abominable Acts of Savage Cruelty.
Sons of Sedition, hide your forfeit heads,
Your whilom Goddess is turn'd Cannibal!
Whose impious jaws our peaceful Congress dreads,
More than old Rome did Hannibal.
Your whilom Goddess is turn'd Cannibal!
Whose impious jaws our peaceful Congress dreads,
More than old Rome did Hannibal.
E'en W *** n, though once her own High-Priest,
Who victims slew upon her altar,
At length disgusted with the bloody feast,
Begins to feel his stomach faulter.
Who victims slew upon her altar,
At length disgusted with the bloody feast,
Begins to feel his stomach faulter.
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What myriads hath not she of late devour'd,
Upon the lower Rhine and Upper!
The Alps and Pyrenees hath she not scour'd,
And scarcely left enough for supper!
Upon the lower Rhine and Upper!
The Alps and Pyrenees hath she not scour'd,
And scarcely left enough for supper!
More fatal vengeance scarcely was brought down,
On wicked Sodom or Gomorrah,
Egypt's first-born, or Stubborn Necho's Crown;
Or, on the Poles, by general Swarrow.
On wicked Sodom or Gomorrah,
Egypt's first-born, or Stubborn Necho's Crown;
Or, on the Poles, by general Swarrow.
This bloody passover seems, after all,
But just to whet her appetite:
If, hungry, she should this way chance to call,
Some folks may well be in a fright!
But just to whet her appetite:
If, hungry, she should this way chance to call,
Some folks may well be in a fright!
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