Horace in London: Consisting of Imitations of the First Two Books of the Odes of HoraceCummings and Hilliard, and Eastburn, Kirk, and Company N. York., 1813 - 168 oldal |
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8. oldal - How the wit brightens ! how the style refines ! Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought.
27. oldal - White jean have triumph'd o'er their Indian brethren. Here with choice food earth smiles and ocean yawns, Intent alike to please the London glutton, This, for our breakfast proffers shrimps and prawns, That, for our dinner, South-down lamb and mutton. Yet here, as elsewhere, death impartial reigns, Visits alike the cot and the Pavilion, And for a bribe, with equal scorn disdains My half a crown, and Baring's half a million.
153. oldal - George's Fields are fields no more, The trowel supersedes the plough ; Huge inundated swamps of yore, Are changed to civic villas now. The builder's plank, the mason's hod, Wide, and more wide extending still, Usurp the violated sod, From Lambeth Marsh, to Balaam Hill.
104. oldal - Oh Fortune ! in thy giddy march, Kick down (and welcome) Highgate Arch, But be content with one ill, When from the gallery ruin nods, Oh ! whisper silence to the gods, And spare the Muses' Tunnel !* Grim bankruptcy thy path besets With one great seal and three gazettes Suspended from her shoulders : Diggers and miners swell her train, Who having bored the earth in vain, Now bore the poor share-holderi.
16. oldal - Lords to buy a seat, The Lord knows why or wherefore ; Another, give him rural sports, And crowded cities, splendid courts, He not a jot will care for. The merchant, baulk'd by Boreas, vents His idle anger and laments Some luckless speculation : Of ease, and Clapham Common, talks But soon on Gresham's murmuring walks Resumes his daily station. This makes the jolly God his theme, In claret drowns Aurora's beam, And riots with the friskers : Thai, a dragoon, delights in arms, And thoughtless of mamma's...
17. oldal - In high heeled boots and whiskettThe hunter quits his bei' at five, The fox or timorous deer to drive, , Down precipices horrid ; And carries home, returning late, A trophy for his amorous mate, The antlers on his forehead. Me toil and ease alternate share, Books and the converse of the fair. To see is to adore 'em. With these and London for my home, I envy not the joys of Rome, The circus or the forum.
157. oldal - Wit thro' the wire-wove margin glides, And all the gilded pomp derides Of red Morocco fetters. Vain is the smart portfolio set, The coStly ink-stand black as jet. The desk of polish'd level ; The well shorn pens to use at will, Tis no great task to cut a quill To cut a joke's the devil ! Happy, for rural business fit, Who merely tells his mother wit, In humble life he settles : Unskill'd in repartee to shine, He ne'er exclaims — " Descend ye Nine," But when he plays at skettles.
31. oldal - At rosy cheeks or sparkling eyes, My heart no longer flutters. Chamber'd in Albany, I view On every side a jovial crew Of Benedictine neighbours. I sip my coffee, read the news, I own no mistress but the muse, And she repays my labours. And should some brat her love bespeak (Though illegitimate and weak As these unpolish'd verses), A father's joys shall still be mine, Without the fear of parish fine, Bills, beadles, quacks, or nurses.
113. oldal - Your trifle's no trifle, I ween, To customers prudent as I am ; Your peas in December are green, But I'm not so green as to buy 'em.
42. oldal - Facetious Mime! thou enemy of gloom, Grandson of Momus, blithe and debonair, Who, aping Pan, with an inverted broom, Can'st brush the cobwebs from the brows of care. Our gallery gods immortalize thy song ; Thy Newgate thefts impart ecstatic pleasure; Thou bid'st a Jew's harp charm a Christian throng, A Gothic salt-box teem with attic treasure. When Harlequin, entangled in thy clue, By magic seeks to dissipate the strife, Thy furtive fingers snatch his faulchion too; The luckless wizard loses wand...