Muscipula Sive Cambromyomachia: The Mouse-trap, Or The Battle of the Welsh and the Mice; in Latin and English: with Other Poems, in Different Languages |
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... cause to mourn . Plenty itself her miseries procur'd ; Her fragrant cheese the wand'ring mouse allur'd ; Cheese , to a mouse , a delicate repast , Most else he nibbles , sated with a taste ; 30 Not so the cheese ; on this he often falls ...
... cause to mourn . Plenty itself her miseries procur'd ; Her fragrant cheese the wand'ring mouse allur'd ; Cheese , to a mouse , a delicate repast , Most else he nibbles , sated with a taste ; 30 Not so the cheese ; on this he often falls ...
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... causes rove ! " How intricate their order ! wond'rous maze ! 66 Though fix'd by laws , how difficult to trace ! 170 " The mouse himself , the author of our grief , " Points out , unwilling , safety and relief ; " Tollere jam docuit ...
... causes rove ! " How intricate their order ! wond'rous maze ! 66 Though fix'd by laws , how difficult to trace ! 170 " The mouse himself , the author of our grief , " Points out , unwilling , safety and relief ; " Tollere jam docuit ...
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... cause by murd'rous traitors slain ? 11 . More splendid titles * did thy name adorn , When thou , erewhile , with unremitting zeal , Didst losses , toils and dangers nobly scorn , A strenuous champion for the public weal . III . But oh ...
... cause by murd'rous traitors slain ? 11 . More splendid titles * did thy name adorn , When thou , erewhile , with unremitting zeal , Didst losses , toils and dangers nobly scorn , A strenuous champion for the public weal . III . But oh ...
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... cause , Just at the dawn of her triumphant day . XI . High were thy hopes of our late conquest rais'd , ( But thou , to see the great event , denied , ) When Washington's meridian glory blaz'd Eclipsing splendour on Cornwallis ' pride ...
... cause , Just at the dawn of her triumphant day . XI . High were thy hopes of our late conquest rais'd , ( But thou , to see the great event , denied , ) When Washington's meridian glory blaz'd Eclipsing splendour on Cornwallis ' pride ...
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... cause , Apostate spirits draw no trait'rous sword : But all unite t ' obey the righteous laws Of an ALMIGHTY and all - gracious LORD . XVIII . Where selfish aims , each gen'rous temper spurns , In concert sweet , the social passions ...
... cause , Apostate spirits draw no trait'rous sword : But all unite t ' obey the righteous laws Of an ALMIGHTY and all - gracious LORD . XVIII . Where selfish aims , each gen'rous temper spurns , In concert sweet , the social passions ...
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allusion ancient name bosom breast breath Brecknock bright Caermarthen Caernarvon Caernarvonshire Cambri Cambrian CAMBROMYOMACHIA Cambrorum CANTO caput carcere Cardiganshire Caseus Castra cheese classick cùm David's death descend dread England English ev'ry fatal fate flame frustrà Gaudia Gens Glamorgan glory grave hæc hast heart heaven hell Heptarchy Hereford Ignes Intereà king king of Mercia kingdom læta language Latin leek limina live malè Menevia Merioneth mice mountains mourn mouse MOUSE-TRAP muri Muribus Musa MUSCIPULA New-York nigh North Wales NOTE nulla NUMEN nunc o'er Offa's dyke Palladian passions pectore Phrygia Pindus PLINLIMMON poem prædæ Prince publick quâ quò Quos rage rauco reader reign roar SAPPHICK satire scorn SCUDDER slaves Brave boys slaves;-Brave boys Smyntheus Snowdon soul South Wales Taffi tears thee thou translation trembling triumphs vincula Viscera WATTS Welsh wrath
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Page 76 - IN story we're told, How our fathers of old Braved the rage of the wind and the waves ; And cross'd the deep o'er, To this desolate shore, All because they were loath to be slaves, brave boys ! All because they were loath to be slaves. Yet a strange scheme of late, Has been formed in the state, By a knot of political knaves ; Who in secret rejoice, That the Parliament's...
Page 78 - To our monarch, we know, Due allegiance we owe, Who the sceptre so rightfully waves ; But no sovereign we own, But the king on his throne, And we cannot, to subjects, be slaves, brave boys ! &c.
Page 78 - But whoever, in spite At American right, Like insolent Haman behaves ; Or would wish to grow great On the spoils of the state, May he and his children be slaves, brave boys ! &c. Though against the repeal, With intemperate zeal, Proud Granville so brutishly raves ; Yet our conduct shall show; And our enemies know, That Americans scorn to be slaves, brave boys ! &c.
Page 70 - ... on high : My lot's far more lamentable than thine, Thou liv'st in death, while I in living die. With great applause hast thou perform'd thy part, Since thy first entrance on the stage of life : Or in the labours of the healing art, Or in fair Liherty's important strife.
Page 1 - Muscipula sive cambromyomachia: The mousetrap, or The battle of the Welsh and the mice; in Latin and English: with other poems, in different languages. By an American (ie, Benjamin Young Prime].
Page 76 - But if we should obey, This vile statute the way To more base future slavery paves; Nor in spite of our pain, Must we ever complain, If we tamely submit to be slaves, brave boys!
Page 56 - Mauris jaculis, neque arcu, Nee venenatis gravida sagittis, Fusee, Pharetra; Sive per Syrtes iter sestuosas, Sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasum, vel qua?
Page 95 - Twas this depriv'd my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost: in. ' My bosom glow'd : the subtle flame Ran quick thro' all my vital frame; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmurs rung.