The Works of Peter Pindar, Esq. [pseud.]: To which are Prefixed Memoirs of the Author's Life, Zväzok 5J. Walker, 1812 |
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Strana 39 - T' increase his Lady's woes, He kept the bastards of those Cooks All underneath her nose ; — Who if she dared to speak or weep, He instantly would kick her ; And oft (to use a Devonshire phrase) The gentleman would lick her. Ah ! Matrimony, thou art like To Jeremiah's Figs : The good were very good, the bad Too sour to give the pigs.
Strana 107 - And dragge thee from the brooke. 0 harmless tenant of the flood, 1 do not wish to spill thy blood, For Nature unto thee Perchance hath given a tender wife, And children dear, to charm thy life, As she hath done for me.
Strana 138 - The pudding is then eaten with a spoon, each spoonful of it being dipt into the sauce before it is carried to the mouth ; care being had in taking it up, to begin on the outside, or near the brim of the plate, and to approach the centre by regular advances, in order not to demolish too soon the excavation which forms the reservoir for the sauce.
Strana 17 - The roses the pride of their blushes display : Alas ! but I meet not the Nymph of my heart. Go, Shepherds, and bring the sweet Wanderer here, The boast of her sex, and delight of the Swains. Go, Zephyr, and whisper this truth in her ear, "That the Pleasures with Julia are fled from the plains.
Strana 178 - Come the Consul whenever he will — And he means it when Neptune is calmer — Pitt will send him ad bitter pill From his fortress the Castle of Walmer ! "4 3 It will be found in vol.
Strana 282 - And what to thee the flower-enamell'd plain? Will gratitude reward thy daily toil ? No, no; thou workest for reward in vain. Not long the hive of treasure will be thine; Rapacity will force thy little door: Those treasures with thy life must thou resign, A breathless victim on the fragrant store. O base return, to lose thy precious breath!— And /, ye Gods, as basely shall be served: ELEGY TO SCOTLAND. He drops a Tear...
Strana 131 - Having, in the mean time, assembled, at my lodgings, the field-officers, and all the chief magistrates of the town, I made them acquainted with my intention to proceed that very morning to the execution of a plan I had formed for taking up the beggars, and providing for the poor; and asked their immediate assistance.
Strana 122 - MUSE, we have finish'd now our Odes, And verily the Songs of Gods; But let me tell thee, Muse, (and much it pains,) That those great traffickers in words, Those high and mighty pompous Lords The Booksellers, will barely give me grains. " Hogs' wash is good enough," they cry : Thus can I neither roast nor fry.
Strana 235 - Peter," and seems not to have thought himself sufficiently patronized, alluding to which he says — " Much did King Charles our Butler's works admire, Head them and quoted them from morn to night, Yet saw the bard in penury expire, Whose wit had yielded him so much delight." Wolcott was a little restricted by a due regard for religion or social decorum. He reminds us of Sterne, often atoning for a transgression by a tender and elevated sentiment. The following from the
Strana 405 - Birch Rod.— A further Boast of Powers of the Harp and Song.— The Cruelty of Oblivion. ELATE, to Carlton-House my Rhymes I sent, Before the Poem met the public eye : Which gain'd applause, the Poet's great intent ; But nought besides, I say it with a sigh. Strange, that the Prince forgot my Song and Lyre, Whose taste in music is so very pretty ; Whose touches on the Bass possess a fire, Surpass'd alone by Crossdill and Cervetti. Yet, dare I say a Prince can be surpast ; Excell'd by groveling subjects,...