The Works of Peter Pindar, Esq. [pseud.]: To which are Prefixed Memoirs of the Author's Life, Zväzok 3J. Walker, 1812 Satires in verse, mainly political. |
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The Works of Peter Pindar, Esq. [pseud.]: To which are Prefixed ..., Zväzok 3 Peter Pindar Úplné zobrazenie - 1812 |
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Strana 293 - who, in compliment clever, Roar'd aloud, " Kings and Queens, Fun and Frogmore, for ever!" • " The mighty master smiled to see That love was in the next degree.
Strana 289 - When off they moved all mournful, beast and man. • " On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.
Strana 395 - No more must ye laugh at an Ass; No more run on Topers a rig; Since Pitt gets as drunk as Dundas, And Dundas gets as drunk as a Pig. A laugh at a delegate hurts : Yes, 'twere dangerous to hazard your sneers; And mock the sweet mercy of Courts, That return'd him
Strana 457 - And, Zester, now I do believe, That after this yow daan't much grieve Becaze yow staid at home. Theeze once I've made myzelf a vool; And now I veel my courage cool For zeeing Royal things: And whan my Bible next I rede, Zo leet I worship all the breed, I'll skep the Book of Kings.
Strana 154 - Drest like a Gentleman from top to toe, Expecting quick admittance to be sure: But no. Will's servant Nathan, with a straight-hair'd head, Unto the window gravely stalk'd, not ran. " Master at home?" the Bailiff sweetly said.— " Thou canst not speak to him," replied the man. " What," quoth the Bailiff,
Strana 156 - on the table making rings; Now crawling, forming a wet track, Now shaking the rich liquor from thy back, Now fluttering nectar from thy silken wings: Now standing on thy head, thy strength to find, And poking out thy small long legs behind: And now thy
Strana 176 - Oh lock the temple with thy strongest key, For fear thy Deity, a comely she, Should one day ramble in a frolic mood :— For since the Idols of a youthful King, So very volatile indeed, take wing; If his to wicked wanderings can incline, Lord! who would answer, poor old Knight, for thine
Strana 463 - pension any fool or knave; The Nation's pocket, my poor Slave, Shall open, nor dare make a pother. Gifford, that crooked Babe of Grace, And Canning too shall be in place, And get a pension for his Mother. " ' Even Grosvenor's Cobler shall come forth f, And hammer to the World my worth;
Strana 443 - all in smoke: Huzzain, trumpetin, and dringin, Red colours vleein, roarin, zingin; So mad seem'd all the voke, *. Wipin his zweatty jaws and poull, All over doust we spied Squire Rolle, Close by the King's coach trattin: Now shovin in the coach his head; Meaning, we giss'd, it might be zed,
Strana 206 - hast thou got, To give a gentleman a little trot?"— " O Captain, pray, your idle nonsense cease, And let a poor old soul depart in peace! What wicked things the Devil puts in your head ! Where can you hope to go, when you are dead?"— " How now, old Beldame ? shamming Heaven with praying?