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Ode To A Militia Officer.
Thy noble voice , heard through tbe ranks around , Like Homer ' s Stentor ' s , like Miltonian Nick ' s , ( Which made all Hell rebellow at the sound)—Or Boreas' blust ' ring bluff thro' faggot ricks : _ Whilst the hot blood from thousands thou hast lain . To bite the ground in anguish at thy feet , _ Forth issuing from their ghastly wounds amain , redder
Shall make thy smart red jacket , yet , Shall sop thy waistcoat , fill thy small-clothes up , Thy two brave boots shall have an ample share , And at each manly step o ' erflow each top , Making the less . tremendous reg'lars stare : So that of human gore a mighty pond , Both large and wide , shall compass thee about , Wherein each foe approaching shall be drown'd , Like water-rat—thine own chin scarcely out .
And oft as , leaping in the purple tide , Thou lift ' st thy tall arm o ' er the flood on high , By foes recoiling shall thy deeds be ey'd , Who'll think themselves well off if they can fly ; Then , as thro' horrors of surrounding night The day-star blazes from the south afar , Filling th' unlearn'd trav'ler with affright , Shall shine thy gorget , terrible in war !
But wilt thou , cruel , join the dreadful fight ? And wilt thou leave thy lasses in the lurch ? Shall we no more behold thee with delight , Sportive as kitten , play thy pranks at church ? Now smile , now pray , now at thy -weapon frown , Now sweetly simper , and now ' graceful bow , Now seize a muff , and gayly look around , !
As who shou'd fondly say— ' There ' s pretty now ' Let Frith with manly dignity pursue His country ' s service , and his private fame— . All that we ask of Providence is—you , And humbly hope that it will grant the same . O ! should ' st thou then but to our pray ' rs be given , To say Amen at church to each oration , . , Lud 1 what thanksgivings would arise to Heaven , That sent—a fool , t ' amuse the congregation 1
True Greatness.
TRUE GREATNESS .
FOR THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE .
IN Heavenly synod once arose A wond ' rous strong debate , The Mighty Secret to disclose , What makes a mortal great ? Mars bluster'd forth , that love of arms Enricb'd the daring soul ; While Bacchus swore tbe brightest charms Flow'd from tbe sparkling bowl ; ' 3 M z
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Ode To A Militia Officer.
Thy noble voice , heard through tbe ranks around , Like Homer ' s Stentor ' s , like Miltonian Nick ' s , ( Which made all Hell rebellow at the sound)—Or Boreas' blust ' ring bluff thro' faggot ricks : _ Whilst the hot blood from thousands thou hast lain . To bite the ground in anguish at thy feet , _ Forth issuing from their ghastly wounds amain , redder
Shall make thy smart red jacket , yet , Shall sop thy waistcoat , fill thy small-clothes up , Thy two brave boots shall have an ample share , And at each manly step o ' erflow each top , Making the less . tremendous reg'lars stare : So that of human gore a mighty pond , Both large and wide , shall compass thee about , Wherein each foe approaching shall be drown'd , Like water-rat—thine own chin scarcely out .
And oft as , leaping in the purple tide , Thou lift ' st thy tall arm o ' er the flood on high , By foes recoiling shall thy deeds be ey'd , Who'll think themselves well off if they can fly ; Then , as thro' horrors of surrounding night The day-star blazes from the south afar , Filling th' unlearn'd trav'ler with affright , Shall shine thy gorget , terrible in war !
But wilt thou , cruel , join the dreadful fight ? And wilt thou leave thy lasses in the lurch ? Shall we no more behold thee with delight , Sportive as kitten , play thy pranks at church ? Now smile , now pray , now at thy -weapon frown , Now sweetly simper , and now ' graceful bow , Now seize a muff , and gayly look around , !
As who shou'd fondly say— ' There ' s pretty now ' Let Frith with manly dignity pursue His country ' s service , and his private fame— . All that we ask of Providence is—you , And humbly hope that it will grant the same . O ! should ' st thou then but to our pray ' rs be given , To say Amen at church to each oration , . , Lud 1 what thanksgivings would arise to Heaven , That sent—a fool , t ' amuse the congregation 1
True Greatness.
TRUE GREATNESS .
FOR THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE .
IN Heavenly synod once arose A wond ' rous strong debate , The Mighty Secret to disclose , What makes a mortal great ? Mars bluster'd forth , that love of arms Enricb'd the daring soul ; While Bacchus swore tbe brightest charms Flow'd from tbe sparkling bowl ; ' 3 M z