Horace in London Consisting of imitations of the first two books of the odes of Horace. By the authors of the rejected addresses, or the new theatrum poetarum [Horace and James Smith] |
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ODE III. THE BARONET'S YACHT.
Sic te Diva potens Cypri.
Dear Venus, quit Idalia's lawn,
In Cyprian car by turtles drawn,
At Neptune's sea-green footstool fawn,
And make him, willy nilly;
Sweet oil upon the waters pour,
And thus the venturous Yacht restore,
That carried off from Thanet's shore,
My soul's best half—Sir Billy.
In Cyprian car by turtles drawn,
At Neptune's sea-green footstool fawn,
And make him, willy nilly;
Sweet oil upon the waters pour,
And thus the venturous Yacht restore,
That carried off from Thanet's shore,
My soul's best half—Sir Billy.
He surely view'd in looking-glass,
A nose of copper, cheek of brass,
Who thus in feeble yacht could pass
Within the range of cannons:
When hostile squadrons beat the hoof,
And citizens won't keep aloof,
Hat, boot, and stocking water-proof,
I reckon sine qua nons.
A nose of copper, cheek of brass,
Who thus in feeble yacht could pass
Within the range of cannons:
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And citizens won't keep aloof,
Hat, boot, and stocking water-proof,
I reckon sine qua nons.
That hardy mortal knows not fear,
Who ventures out from Ramsgate Pier,
And as the Gallic cliffs draw near,
With careless eye looks at 'em—
But bolder he himself who coops
In his own little bark, nor stoops
To heed the quizzing of the troops,
Led by the Earl of Chatham.
Who ventures out from Ramsgate Pier,
And as the Gallic cliffs draw near,
With careless eye looks at 'em—
But bolder he himself who coops
In his own little bark, nor stoops
To heed the quizzing of the troops,
Led by the Earl of Chatham.
In vain shall Neptune's prudent tide,
Old Kent from Picardy divide;
Sir William's boat in painted pride,
Unites the coasts again.
He undulates on Ocean's swell,
Like her who rules Idalia's dell,
Drawn by a turtle in a shell
Triumphant o'er the main.
Old Kent from Picardy divide;
Sir William's boat in painted pride,
Unites the coasts again.
He undulates on Ocean's swell,
Like her who rules Idalia's dell,
Drawn by a turtle in a shell
Triumphant o'er the main.
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What wonders all the papers fill!
With rockets now the foe we kill,
We burrow under Highgate Hill,
Each day outdoes the other.
See through Pall Mall each lovely lass,
By night illuminated pass,
While Winsor lights, with flame of gas,
Home to King's Place—his mother.
With rockets now the foe we kill,
We burrow under Highgate Hill,
Each day outdoes the other.
See through Pall Mall each lovely lass,
By night illuminated pass,
While Winsor lights, with flame of gas,
Home to King's Place—his mother.
In parachute by way of change,
With Garnerin in air we range,
Surpassing all the wonders strange
That e'er Munchausen told us.
Great Jupiter! for mercy's sake,
Me to a cooler planet take,
For at this rate we soon shall make
The world too hot to hold us!
With Garnerin in air we range,
Surpassing all the wonders strange
That e'er Munchausen told us.
Great Jupiter! for mercy's sake,
Me to a cooler planet take,
For at this rate we soon shall make
The world too hot to hold us!
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