Poetry of the Anti-JacobinLeonard Rice-Oxley |
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Adair Anti-Jacobin appears arms Author Ballynahinch Beef Beefington blood Britain British Canto Casimere Charley Fox charms Chepstow Castle Civil Society country's crimes DACTYLICS delight Didactic Poem Duke e'er edition Editors ELLIS England English eyes fair fame favour France Freedom French French Revolution FRERE Gallic German GIFFORD Guillotine hand head heart HIGGINS Horne Tooke imitation Jacobin John John Hookham Frere John Horne Tooke King Knife-grinder land last Number laws Lepaux Letter Liberty LINES London Corresponding Society Lord Lord Moira Matilda mind morals MORPETH Muse niversity of Gottingen o'er patriot peace Pitt poet poetical poetry political praise principles Pudd Puddingfield quæ rage Readers reform Revolution ridicule Rogero Rolliad Sapphic satirical savage sentiment shore Sir Robert Adair smile song Southey specimen spirit Taxing-man thee thine thou translation truth verse victory virtue Waiter Whig wild written
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Page 114 - O navis, referent in mare te novi fluctus ! o quid agis ? fortiter occupa portum ! nonne vides ut nudum remigio latus et malus celeri saucius Africo 5 antennaeque gemant ac sine funibus vix durare carinae possint imperiosius aequor?
Page 176 - France at our doors, he sees no danger nigh, But heaves for Turkey's woes the' impartial sigh; A steady Patriot of the World alone, The Friend of every Country — but his own.
Page 179 - Both must be blamed, both pardon'd ; — 'twas just so With Fox and Pitt full forty years ago ; So Walpole, Pulteney ; — factions in all times, Have had their follies, ministers their crimes.' Give me the avow'd, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet — perhaps may turn his blow ; But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh! save me from the Candid Friend ! ' Barras loves plunder, — Merlin takes a bribe, — What then?
Page xi - Nay, sir, I am a very fair judge. He did not attack me violently till he found I did not like his poetry ; and his attack on me shall not prevent me from continuing to say what I think of him, from an apprehension that it may be ascribed to resentment. No, sir, I called the fellow a blockhead at first, and I will call him a blockhead still.
Page 143 - Gottingen. — [During the last Stanza Rogero dashes his head repeatedly against the walls of his Prison ; and, finally, so hard as to produce a visible contusion. He then throws himself on the floor in an agony.
Page 60 - I/ybian tigers' chawdrons love assails, And warms, midst seas of ice, the melting whales ; — Cools the crimpt cod, fierce pangs to perch imparts, Shrinks shrivell'd shrimps, but opens oysters...
Page 139 - They are just stept into the next room — they will be back again in a minute. Cas. Where do they come from ? [All this while the Waiter re-enters with the bason and water, Casimere takes off his boots, takes a napkin from the table, and washes his face and hands.
Page 5 - AGAINST THE KING, AND SAT IN JUDGMENT ON HIM ; for his ardent mind Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth, And peace and liberty. Wild dreams ! but such As Plato loved ; such as with holy zeal Our Milton worshipp'd. Blessed hopes ! awhile From man withheld, even to the latter days When Christ shall come, and all things be fulfill'd ! * [By SOUTHEY.
Page 127 - Pyrrha, sub antrof cui flavam religas comam, simplex munditiis? heu quoties fidem mutatosque deos flebit et aspera nigris aequora ventis emirabitur insolens, qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea; qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem sperat nescius aurae fallacis. miseri, quibus intentata nites ! me tabula sacer votiva paries indicat uvida suspendisse potenti vestimenta maris deo.
Page 175 - If Vice appal thee, — if thou view with awe Insults that brave, and crimes that 'scape the law; — Yet may the specious bastard brood, which claim A spurious homage under Virtue's name, Sprung from that parent of ten thousand crimes, The New Philosophy of modern times, — Yet, these may rouse thee! — With unsparing hand, Oh, lash the vile impostures from the land! First, stern...