Odes to Kien Long: The Present Emperor of China; with The Quakers, a Tale; To a Fly, Drowned in a Bowl of Punch; ... By Peter Pindar, Esq

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H. D. Symonds, and Robertson and Berry, Edinburgh, 1792 - 77 pages
 

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Page 17 - Now blacken'd, and now flashing through her skies. But all is silence here : beneath thy beam, I own I labour for the voice of praise ; For who would sink in dull Oblivion's stream ? Who would not live in...
Page 43 - By heavens, thou mov'st a leg, and now its brother, And kicking, lo, again, thou mov'st another! And now thy little drunken...
Page 17 - Hark, the wild uproar of the winds! and hark, Hell's Genius roams the regions of the dark, And swells the thundering horrors of the deep.
Page 40 - Poflefling, too, a penetrating eye, Friends from his foes the Quaker quickly knew. A bailiff in...
Page 43 - And kicking, lo ! again thou mov'ft another ! And now thy little drunken eyes unclofe ; And now thou feeleft for thy little nofe, And, finding it, thou rubbeft thy two hands ; Much as to fay,
Page 42 - AH ! poor intoxicated little Knave, Now senseless, floating on the fragrant wave ; Why not content, the cakes alone to munch ? Dearly thou pay'st for buzzing round the bowl ; Lost to the world, thou busy sweet-lipp'd soul : Thus Death, as well as Pleasure, dwells with Punch.
Page 6 - Royalty — fo am I. With fuch a congeniality of mind, in my God's name and thine, let us furprife the world with an interchange of our lucubrations, both for its improvement and delight. And to fhew thee that I am not a literary fwindler, unable to repay thee for goods I may receive from thy Imperial Majefty, I now tranfmit fpecimens of my talents, in Ode, Ballad, Elegy, Fable, and Epigram.
Page 5 - ... &c. in favour of the two Kingdoms ; why might not a literary commerce take place between the great Kien Long, and the no less celebrated Peter Pindar? Thou art a man of Rhymes; and so am I.
Page 44 - Go, join thy brothers on yon sunny board, And rapture to thy family afford — There wilt thou meet a mistress, or a wife, That saw thee drunk, drop senseless in the stream. Who gave, perhaps, the wide-resounding scream, And now sits groaning for thy precious life. Yes,' go and carry comfort to thy friends, And wisely tell them thy imprudence ends. Let buns and sugar for the future charm; These will delight, and feed, and work no harm — While Punch, the grinning, merry imp of sin, Invites th...
Page 18 - MUSE'S fimple pray'r Command the envied trump of FAME, OBLIVION fhould ELIZA fpare : A world fhould echo with her name. Art thou departing too, my trembling friend ? Ah ! draws thy little luftre to its end ? Yes, on thy frame, FATE too fhall fix her...

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