The Illiberal! Verse and Prose from the North!! ... Dedicated to my Lord Byron in the South!! N.B. To be continued occasionally!! viz. as a supplement to each number of The Liberal [by William Gifford] |
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[From Hampstead I have look'd upon St. Paul]
MR. H.(Hemming, begins to read.)
From Hampstead I have look'd upon St. Paul,
When Sol shone bright,
O! pleasing sight,
To see the glittering of the Cross and Ball.
And though about me every thing was mum,
Around St. Paul there was a busy hum.
Porters and Jarvies swearing, people squalling;
Carts, Hacks, and Stages, rattling o'er the stones;
And when the way is stopp'd, you'll hear them bawling;
“If you don't move your cart, I'll break your bones.”
“I shan't,” he cries!...“O, won't you, Mr. Prime,
“Why then I'll move it for you, so here goes.”
They 'gin to quarrel, and it ends in blows:...
And thus the folk in London spent their time.
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