Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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GOING FROM SCHOOL.
Drive on coachee! drive away!—
Now begins our Holiday!
Blow the horn, my hearty boys;
Make a happy merry noise,
Books and Tutors, Rod and Bell;
Cæsar, Virgil, fare ye well.
Go it coachee!—Horace writes,
Dust Olympic has delights;
Ovid tells as many lies;
Martial loves to satirize;
Cicero and Terence make,
Many words for wisdom's sake;
Go it coachee! drive away!
Now begins our Holiday.
Now begins our Holiday!
Blow the horn, my hearty boys;
Make a happy merry noise,
Books and Tutors, Rod and Bell;
Cæsar, Virgil, fare ye well.
Go it coachee!—Horace writes,
Dust Olympic has delights;
Ovid tells as many lies;
Martial loves to satirize;
Cicero and Terence make,
Many words for wisdom's sake;
Go it coachee! drive away!
Now begins our Holiday.
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Homer tells us how to fight,
Pliny, how a man should write;
Xenophon, the ancient wars;
Xenocrates, the happy stars;
Plays to act, and plays to please,
Writes the fam'd Euripides;
Go it coachee! drive away!
Now begins our Holiday.
Pliny, how a man should write;
Xenophon, the ancient wars;
Xenocrates, the happy stars;
Plays to act, and plays to please,
Writes the fam'd Euripides;
Go it coachee! drive away!
Now begins our Holiday.
Bowl along the British road,
Ne'er by lazy spirits trod;
The stones are all Mac Adamized,
In other words are pulverized;
Horses soon may not be wanted,
Steam their usage has supplanted;
Coaches, soon in many places,
Go it may, without your traces;
Drive on coachee, drive away!
Now begins our Holiday!
Ne'er by lazy spirits trod;
The stones are all Mac Adamized,
In other words are pulverized;
Horses soon may not be wanted,
Steam their usage has supplanted;
Coaches, soon in many places,
Go it may, without your traces;
Drive on coachee, drive away!
Now begins our Holiday!
Many books of ancient schools
Make their readers stupid fools,
Blind the eyes of British youth,
Shut their senses, from the truth;
Make them think that any man
May be good Barbarian;
Christian youth! it matters not;—
Brutus, was a man, I wot;
Cæsar wise; and Cataline,
No better than our Libertine;
Horace, when a little mellow,
Like a modern merry fellow;
Go it coachee, drive away,
Now begins our Holiday.
Make their readers stupid fools,
Blind the eyes of British youth,
Shut their senses, from the truth;
Make them think that any man
May be good Barbarian;
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Brutus, was a man, I wot;
Cæsar wise; and Cataline,
No better than our Libertine;
Horace, when a little mellow,
Like a modern merry fellow;
Go it coachee, drive away,
Now begins our Holiday.
With song of such like sentiment,
How oft have you and I, Sir, bent
Our course of pleasure to our home,
In time, ah! never more to come!
Yet Christian now, or Lover true,
To schools of Folly bid adieu,
Come let us hasten on our way,
And now begin our holiday;
In love and life, for time to come,
O let us find our happy home.
How oft have you and I, Sir, bent
Our course of pleasure to our home,
In time, ah! never more to come!
Yet Christian now, or Lover true,
To schools of Folly bid adieu,
Come let us hasten on our way,
And now begin our holiday;
In love and life, for time to come,
O let us find our happy home.
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