The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop ... To Which are Prefixed, Memoirs of the Life of the Author By the Rev. Thomas Clare |
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 | The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop |  |
254
THE VOCATIVE CASE.
Among
these Cases, and the brags of each,
Mine claims no kin, but to one Part of Speech;
And ev'n that one implies no grand connection,
The least of all the Eight—the Interjection.
Nay, (to let down it's consequence still more low,)
The least of Words,—the least of Syllables—O!
—However my proud neighbours may aspire,
The Vocative Case can only suit a Crier!—
Well! I submit—and since 'tis come to this,
A Crier I will be:—O! Yes!—O! Yes!
The Men and Manners of our modern day,
Will give my little O abundant play.
To you, ye great, then; and to you, ye small,
In vocative construction, thus I call!
Mine claims no kin, but to one Part of Speech;
And ev'n that one implies no grand connection,
The least of all the Eight—the Interjection.
Nay, (to let down it's consequence still more low,)
The least of Words,—the least of Syllables—O!
—However my proud neighbours may aspire,
The Vocative Case can only suit a Crier!—
Well! I submit—and since 'tis come to this,
A Crier I will be:—O! Yes!—O! Yes!
The Men and Manners of our modern day,
Will give my little O abundant play.
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In vocative construction, thus I call!
O! Yes! Ye offspring of illustrious sires!
Whose lives should sanction, what your birth requires,
At higher estimates lineal honours set;
Nor sacrifice nobility—to a bet!
Whose lives should sanction, what your birth requires,
At higher estimates lineal honours set;
Nor sacrifice nobility—to a bet!
O! Yes! Ye dames, whom courtly splendours grace,
Consorts and dowagers of each titled race,
Thro' pleasure's restless circles while ye roam,
Think, now and then, of Duty—Nature—Home!
Consorts and dowagers of each titled race,
Thro' pleasure's restless circles while ye roam,
Think, now and then, of Duty—Nature—Home!
O! Yes! Ye politicians, who declare
The fate of nations, from an easy chair,
On social service, your address employ!
And join to earn the blessings you enjoy!
The fate of nations, from an easy chair,
On social service, your address employ!
And join to earn the blessings you enjoy!
O! Yes! Ye mushrooms of Philosophy's school,
Who torture right by metaphysic rule,
Move not the base, where truth so long has stood;
But let plain sense, lead plain men, to plain good!
Who torture right by metaphysic rule,
Move not the base, where truth so long has stood;
But let plain sense, lead plain men, to plain good!
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O! Yes! Ye painful triflers, who explore
On a moth's wing, a spot unseen before,
Transfer your toils, your own distinctions scan;
And study manhood's worthiest object—Man!
On a moth's wing, a spot unseen before,
Transfer your toils, your own distinctions scan;
And study manhood's worthiest object—Man!
O! Yes! Ye manufacturers of despair,
Who like curst curs, growl o'er the mess ye share,
Look round, where millions want, what you have had!
—The just are grateful—Be the grateful glad!
Who like curst curs, growl o'er the mess ye share,
Look round, where millions want, what you have had!
—The just are grateful—Be the grateful glad!
O! Yes! Ye fair, down fashion's stream who swim,
Ye hoyden bouncers! and ye prudes so prim!
Shine as ye may, with artless charms content;
Seem, what ye are;—and be what Nature meant!
Ye hoyden bouncers! and ye prudes so prim!
Shine as ye may, with artless charms content;
Seem, what ye are;—and be what Nature meant!
O! Yes! Ye pigeons, who on luck rely,
Chances of cards, decisions of a die,
Think ruin lurks beneath each frantic stake!
—Amidst life's lot of miseries, your's ye make!
Chances of cards, decisions of a die,
Think ruin lurks beneath each frantic stake!
—Amidst life's lot of miseries, your's ye make!
O! Yes! Ye subjects in a land like ours,
Enlarge your sentiments; but unite your powers!
Freedom with virtue, zeal with sense ally'd,
No force can conquer—let no arts divide!
Enlarge your sentiments; but unite your powers!
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No force can conquer—let no arts divide!
O! Yes! All ye, whoe'er ye are, that please
To take the Crier's word, on points like these,
Be sure, experience will reward impart;
And Wisdom find it's echo—in your Heart!
To take the Crier's word, on points like these,
Be sure, experience will reward impart;
And Wisdom find it's echo—in your Heart!
| The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop | |