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The Wiccamical Chaplet

a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford

Huddesford, George (1749-1809)

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SMALLER POEMS, AND ODES.

ELEGIES, AND PLAINTIVE PIECES.

NUGÆ POETICÆ, &c.

SONNETS.

INSCRIPTIONS AND EPITAPHS.

SONGS AND BALLADS.

MOCK-HEROICAL AND BURLESQUE PIECES, PARODIES, EPIGRAMS, &c.

MISCELLANEOUS PIECES, FRAGMENTS, &c.

FRAGMENT. ON THE DEATH OF GRAY.

ON TWO PUBLICATIONS, INTITLED EDITIONS OF TWO OF OUR POETS.

FRAGMENT. THE TEARS OF THE EAGLE,

FELICITATION

TO A LADY

THE SCUTTLE FISH.

ANSWER TO AN OLD LADY OF OXFORD,

ON A THREAT TO DESTROY THE TREE AT WINCHESTER,

FRAGMENT.

TO A BOY, ROBBING A BIRD'S-NEST.

ON A LADY AND HER SISTER,

TO THE WRITER OF THE “Familiar Epistle to the Author of the History of English Poetry:”

A DRAMATIC VIEW OF THE STATE OF THE AMERICAN QUESTION 1776.

AN EARLY VIEW OF THE SAME QUESTION:

TO THE LADIES,

FRAGMENT.

LINES

ON A CHAPEL Built at Windsor Lodge by William Duke of Cumberland,

THE COMPLAINT OF THE ROSE.

AN ABSOLUTE ACROSTIC,

FRAGMENT.

ON THE Amphibious N. ELLIOT, of Oxford, Shoemaker and Poet.

LINES Inscribed on a Leaf of Lowth's Grammar,

IMITATION

THE SPLEEN.

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A DRAMATIC VIEW OF THE STATE OF THE AMERICAN QUESTION 1776.

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This little Piece, which has been imperfectly introduced in a former Collection, is here given from a more full and correct Copy.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Upon the tressel Pig was laid,
And a sad squealing sure he made:
Killpig was by with knife and steel,
“Can'st not lie quiet? why dost squeal?
“Have I not fed thee with my pease,
“And now such little things as these
“Refusest thou? Quite full of vittle,
“Won't you be cut and kill'd a little?
“Shall I lay fat on Piggys' backs,
“And shall not Piggy pay me tax?”

To whom thus Piggy in reply,
“How can you think I'd quiet lie?
“Or that for pease myself I'd barter?”

“Then, Piggy, you must shew your Charter.
“Shew you're exempted more than others;
“Or go to pot with all your Brothers.” [Here Piggy struggles.

“Help, Neighbours, help! this Pig's so strong
“I fear I cannot hold him long;
“He kicks so, there's no keeping him under:

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“Where are you all?—See, by your blunder,
“He's kick'd and broke his cords asunder.
“Well, for this time you've got away;
“But I shall catch you, Pig, some other day.”

[Exeunt Omnes, Piggy running and Killpig after him, nobody knows whither.