All the talents' garland or, A few rockets let off at a celebrated ministry. Including Elijah's mantle, the Uti Possidetis, and other poems of the same author. By eminent political characters. The third edition, greatly enlarged [by E. A. Barrett] |
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A NEW LOYAL SONG,
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A NEW LOYAL SONG,
BY A LOYAL SUBJECT.
Come listen, brave boys, while I sing;
In my feelings you'll all bear a part.
When my theme is the praise of our King,
I shall find a response in each heart.
In my feelings you'll all bear a part.
When my theme is the praise of our King,
I shall find a response in each heart.
On George, in his patriot course,
May the Heavens benignantly smile;
May he laugh at his foes, and their force,
Nor be duped by their cunning and guile.
May the Heavens benignantly smile;
May he laugh at his foes, and their force,
Nor be duped by their cunning and guile.
When the scourge of each Jacobin knave,
The bulwark and prop of the Crown,
Our Pilot, was laid in the grave,
And the Sun of Britannia went down,
The bulwark and prop of the Crown,
Our Pilot, was laid in the grave,
And the Sun of Britannia went down,
Our Sovereign, in 'midst of his woes,
With age and with sickness opprest,
On his conscience relied for repose,
And left to our virtue the rest.
With age and with sickness opprest,
On his conscience relied for repose,
And left to our virtue the rest.
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And though faction on faction should strive
To plant in that conscience a thorn;
While there's one true-born Briton alive,
He shall laugh all their efforts to scorn.
To plant in that conscience a thorn;
While there's one true-born Briton alive,
He shall laugh all their efforts to scorn.
His people will cherish a King,
Who is faithful and true to his trust;
To our old Constitution we'll cling,
And crumble his foes in the dust.
Who is faithful and true to his trust;
To our old Constitution we'll cling,
And crumble his foes in the dust.
We have heard what Lord Howick can say,
His distinctions how subtle and keen!
Such a statesman as that may be Grey,
But his wit I suspect must be green.
His distinctions how subtle and keen!
Such a statesman as that may be Grey,
But his wit I suspect must be green.
When he talks of obtaining consent
Where he could not obtain approbation,
How indignant we feel, that he meant,
With such nonsense, to bubble the Nation.
Where he could not obtain approbation,
How indignant we feel, that he meant,
With such nonsense, to bubble the Nation.
O Grenville! With sorrow we own,
That we mourn over talents like thine,
When we see thee, thy high spirit flown,
With this mean, quibbling, junto combine.
That we mourn over talents like thine,
When we see thee, thy high spirit flown,
With this mean, quibbling, junto combine.
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But high as thy genius we rate,
When we see thee from Loyalty swerve,
We will stand by our Church and our State,
And our Sovereign, whom God long preserve.
When we see thee from Loyalty swerve,
We will stand by our Church and our State,
And our Sovereign, whom God long preserve.
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