THE BELGICK WAR-WHOOP, AN ODE TO HOLLANDers, WRITTEN 1800. CLUMP-headed Dutchmen, why are you so stupid? Rouse from your languor, guillotine your tyrants, Drive democrats and sans culottes fraternal All to the devil! Fight as you did when William Prince of Orange Nobly withstood the cruel Duke of Alva, Heading a band of unrelenting Spaniards, Fiercer than hell-hounds! Fight as you would against a gang of pirates, C Fight as you would if Beelzebub himself were Broke loose upon you. While you are lull'd with siren songs of freedom, See you not Frenchmen riveting your shackles ? Rouse! or you soon must cease to be a nation : Die then, or conquer ! Or, if the tigers of the fell republick All under water! There is an inflated species of simplicity, consisting of exaggerations of thought expressed by colloquial barbarisms, mixed with occasional pomposity of diction, which it is the object of the following to ridicule. The measure is after the model of "THALABA;" but rhyme is added, as Butler says, merely by way of rudder to the About love in the spring, Something like this will be just the thing. Tell the reader to behold The gay Tints of the cloud-dappled morn! Then streak the azure with gems set in gold, And bring into view Some Tyrian hue, Mix'd with indigo blue. Then the meads must be spangled, And glittering grove With OCEANS of dew! About the fag end of May, And bid lilacks adorn Your beautiful morn; And the thickets must be tangled Now having found Yourself on firm ground, You may roam along the edges Of hawthorn hedges; Then bid beds of roses And pretty pink posies Ravish our eyes and captivate our noses!!! Interweave, if you will, The hyacinth and daffodil, With now and then a big weed And add fragrant crops Of potatoe tops, And scatter, here and thereabout, As many hops As you may please to care about; And, between whiles, Say That Nature smiles, In her new holiday Dress; Nevertheless, These beauties so rare Can never compare With the dear little dove With whom you're in love. Next glance a quick eye To the flame cinctur'd, multihu'd arch in the sky; |