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Poetry.
To be sure , d'ye hear me , onelhingyou must mind , [ on iehiml ; You must walk bv my side , while I run As soon as I shoot them , you'll blow out their brains , [ gains . And send themapackingto count o'er their CHORUS .
Sing Ballinamoni ora , & c . A charming good battle for me . RECITATIVE . Mov'd by the mirth of Patrick ' s artless lay , The honest Cainbr ' aii smil'c ! serenely gay , Swore by hur leek , and dear Saint Tavit's beard , [ guard ; With hur pest plood hur country she would
' Shall it be said that Welchmen turn'd their tails , [ Wales ? ' And not defend hur own great Prince of ' Ich Dien , and hur feathers we revere , By Cot ! no Frenchman ever shall come here . ' . —Tune , Grandemyle . By great Cadwalladerhur vows and hur
, swears , [ sieurs , If e ' er she gets sight of these bloody Moun-She'll cut off hur head , and she'll break all hur bones ! [ Shones . If hur lands in the country ofShinkinap Hur plood is unmix'd with the Saxon or Dane , ( or stain ; 'Tis pure ancient British , without spot
Hur's sprung from ancestors as old as the stones , [ ap Shones ? Then who dare compete with great Shinkin For freedom hur fathers forsook the green vales , [ Wales , And fled to the wild rugged mountains of Then think not , dear brothers , that Shinkin ap Shones [ or Dons . Will yield hur dear freedom to Frenchmen
RECITATIVE . John Bull , with pleasure sparkling in his face , [ brace : Clasp'd each Iov'd brother in a warm em-¦ ' Bravo , my lads ! while thus we four agree , ' Great Britain will prove Sovereign of the sea ; 'Let ' sfillthe bowl , and then in concert sing ,
'Long life and health to George our gracious King !' TO A LONG SHAWL . BY MATER . NA .
^ -OME , genial Shawl , whose ORIENT Su « J Beheld thee by his Daugiitersspun , r Where GANGES paints the shores , There saw the ebon fingers twine Thy silken threads in cobweb line Of laughing white-teeth Moors . VOL , IX .
( White are their teeth as those which grow And shining bend their pearly row To Fanny ' s swelling Ivp , Where rose ' leaves , cushion'd , seem tohe , Infusing round such dewy dye As June ' s first breezes sip . ) Come , o'er me place thy limber folds . cloud holds
While Ausler high the chill , From whence the sleet he sveeds ; Thy texture thin of ' woven wind ' About my waist be closely twin'd , And floating brush the meads . Or , when to tawny woods I go , Boasting of late a verdant glow , O it on heart !
, press my Guarded by thee , I spring along , The lightest of the iight-heel'd throng , Heedless of Winter ' s dart . 'Twas Filial Love that bade thee fly , From the clear vault ' of India ' s sky , To England ' s cloudy heaven ;
- 'Twas FANNY bade the seek the land , Where now no zephyrs warm and bland Are to its natives given . Ah , may her brow of purest hue , From whence her sober eyes of blue Through lustrous tresses break , Be ever crown'd with wreathes of love ! For gentle as the placid Dove
She is of whom 1 speak . And may her mild , her gliding form , Ne'er shrink in Lif- ' s conflicting storm , Or be subdued by pain ; May peaceful pleasures dimple round , Delight in all her walks be found , And in her mansion reign . So shall the good to Fanny known
, My soul acknowledge for its own , And count her blessings o'er ; Though on Thames' shores I sigh and weep , en Ganges banks bright joys 1 reap—And there I sigh no more !
EPITAPH OK A FREEMASON . WRITTEN BY E , r . T . HE clos'dhis Lodge on earth for one above ,
The blest abode of everlasting love . ON A MUSICIAN . JlY THE SAME . LENT 1 o delight our hearts , and charm ou
ears , He ' s fled to join the music of the spheres . p
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
To be sure , d'ye hear me , onelhingyou must mind , [ on iehiml ; You must walk bv my side , while I run As soon as I shoot them , you'll blow out their brains , [ gains . And send themapackingto count o'er their CHORUS .
Sing Ballinamoni ora , & c . A charming good battle for me . RECITATIVE . Mov'd by the mirth of Patrick ' s artless lay , The honest Cainbr ' aii smil'c ! serenely gay , Swore by hur leek , and dear Saint Tavit's beard , [ guard ; With hur pest plood hur country she would
' Shall it be said that Welchmen turn'd their tails , [ Wales ? ' And not defend hur own great Prince of ' Ich Dien , and hur feathers we revere , By Cot ! no Frenchman ever shall come here . ' . —Tune , Grandemyle . By great Cadwalladerhur vows and hur
, swears , [ sieurs , If e ' er she gets sight of these bloody Moun-She'll cut off hur head , and she'll break all hur bones ! [ Shones . If hur lands in the country ofShinkinap Hur plood is unmix'd with the Saxon or Dane , ( or stain ; 'Tis pure ancient British , without spot
Hur's sprung from ancestors as old as the stones , [ ap Shones ? Then who dare compete with great Shinkin For freedom hur fathers forsook the green vales , [ Wales , And fled to the wild rugged mountains of Then think not , dear brothers , that Shinkin ap Shones [ or Dons . Will yield hur dear freedom to Frenchmen
RECITATIVE . John Bull , with pleasure sparkling in his face , [ brace : Clasp'd each Iov'd brother in a warm em-¦ ' Bravo , my lads ! while thus we four agree , ' Great Britain will prove Sovereign of the sea ; 'Let ' sfillthe bowl , and then in concert sing ,
'Long life and health to George our gracious King !' TO A LONG SHAWL . BY MATER . NA .
^ -OME , genial Shawl , whose ORIENT Su « J Beheld thee by his Daugiitersspun , r Where GANGES paints the shores , There saw the ebon fingers twine Thy silken threads in cobweb line Of laughing white-teeth Moors . VOL , IX .
( White are their teeth as those which grow And shining bend their pearly row To Fanny ' s swelling Ivp , Where rose ' leaves , cushion'd , seem tohe , Infusing round such dewy dye As June ' s first breezes sip . ) Come , o'er me place thy limber folds . cloud holds
While Ausler high the chill , From whence the sleet he sveeds ; Thy texture thin of ' woven wind ' About my waist be closely twin'd , And floating brush the meads . Or , when to tawny woods I go , Boasting of late a verdant glow , O it on heart !
, press my Guarded by thee , I spring along , The lightest of the iight-heel'd throng , Heedless of Winter ' s dart . 'Twas Filial Love that bade thee fly , From the clear vault ' of India ' s sky , To England ' s cloudy heaven ;
- 'Twas FANNY bade the seek the land , Where now no zephyrs warm and bland Are to its natives given . Ah , may her brow of purest hue , From whence her sober eyes of blue Through lustrous tresses break , Be ever crown'd with wreathes of love ! For gentle as the placid Dove
She is of whom 1 speak . And may her mild , her gliding form , Ne'er shrink in Lif- ' s conflicting storm , Or be subdued by pain ; May peaceful pleasures dimple round , Delight in all her walks be found , And in her mansion reign . So shall the good to Fanny known
, My soul acknowledge for its own , And count her blessings o'er ; Though on Thames' shores I sigh and weep , en Ganges banks bright joys 1 reap—And there I sigh no more !
EPITAPH OK A FREEMASON . WRITTEN BY E , r . T . HE clos'dhis Lodge on earth for one above ,
The blest abode of everlasting love . ON A MUSICIAN . JlY THE SAME . LENT 1 o delight our hearts , and charm ou
ears , He ' s fled to join the music of the spheres . p