Original PoemsPrinted at the Lorenzo Press of E. Bronson, 1806 - 203 páginas |
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... kind of commodity , A thing , which you'd say , at first sight , Was quite the quintessence of oddity . She planted him down in yon hut , To vegetate there with impunity , Till death shall prohibit the Put Any more from disgusting ...
... kind of commodity , A thing , which you'd say , at first sight , Was quite the quintessence of oddity . She planted him down in yon hut , To vegetate there with impunity , Till death shall prohibit the Put Any more from disgusting ...
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... kind of pudding made of the meal of maize , or Indian corn , called " Hasty Pudding . " Joel Barlow , Esq . wrote a em , which was celebrated in America , entitled " Hasty Pudding . ” A kind of evergreen . Now sweetly swells the song ...
... kind of pudding made of the meal of maize , or Indian corn , called " Hasty Pudding . " Joel Barlow , Esq . wrote a em , which was celebrated in America , entitled " Hasty Pudding . ” A kind of evergreen . Now sweetly swells the song ...
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... And twice as swift as sun beam darted , Fly back again from whence we started . And now , kind reader , if you choose , I'll just take off my high - heel'd shoes , M No longer strut poetick stilt on , Like Homer proud ORIGINAL POEMS . 121.
... And twice as swift as sun beam darted , Fly back again from whence we started . And now , kind reader , if you choose , I'll just take off my high - heel'd shoes , M No longer strut poetick stilt on , Like Homer proud ORIGINAL POEMS . 121.
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... No teeth like her's ever were seen , Nor ever describ'd in a novel , Of a beautiful kind of pea - green , And shap'd like a wooden - shod - shovel . N Her fine little ears , you would judge , Were ORIGINAL POEMS . 133.
... No teeth like her's ever were seen , Nor ever describ'd in a novel , Of a beautiful kind of pea - green , And shap'd like a wooden - shod - shovel . N Her fine little ears , you would judge , Were ORIGINAL POEMS . 133.
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... kind , Who will persist , although " in spite Of Nature and their stars , to write ; " but have aimed the shafts of satire , with little discrimina- tion , at the whole tribe of moon - struck Sonneteers , who palm upon the publick their ...
... kind , Who will persist , although " in spite Of Nature and their stars , to write ; " but have aimed the shafts of satire , with little discrimina- tion , at the whole tribe of moon - struck Sonneteers , who palm upon the publick their ...
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America Anti-Jacobin Review bard battle's beautiful Beelzebub behest fair peace Behold blaze Britain Buonapart CANTO caper charms Columbia's happy shore continent sinks courting cruel Dame dance dear Della Cruscan democratick democrats E'en England English fantastick Fessenden fight fire foes folks forc'd freedom French GEOFFRY hakmatak heart heaven honour hope horrour Hudibras humour jacobin JOHANNES SECUNDUS Jonathan JOSEPH DENNIE ladies lasses Lest liberty LIONEL Lyon Matthew Lyon melt mighty Miss mobocrat muse musick nation ne'er never nymph ocean is dry ORIGINAL POEMS Parnassian patriotick peace is giv❜n phiz poet poetical pretty publick rapture reader republick Review rhyme roar round rusticks sans culotte Simon sing song SOPHY soul Spondee storm sure sweet Sylvia Tabitha Towzer tell Terrible Tractoration Thou true tune Vermont verse wild Yankee doodle Yankee doodle dandy
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Página 165 - I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And sage experience bids me this declare: — If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'Tis when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale, Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Página 4 - The flood-gates of glory are open on high, And Warren and Mercer descend from the sky ! They come from above With a message of love. To bid us be firm and decided; "At Liberty's call, Unite one and all, For you conquer, unless you're divided. Unite, and the foes to your freedom defy, Till the continent sinks and the ocean is dry! "Americans, seek no occasion for war; The rude deeds of rapine still ever abhor: But if in defence of your rights you should arm, Let toils ne'er discourage, nor dangers...
Página 156 - Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Página ii - JUN. of the said District, hath deposited in this office the title of a Book, the...
Página 165 - When on my sickly couch I lay, Impatient both of night and day, Lamenting in unmanly strains, Called every power to ease my pains, Then Stella ran to my relief, With cheerful face and inward grief; And, though by Heaven's severe decree She suffers hourly more than me, No cruel master could require From slaves...
Página ii - An Act for the Encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the time* therein mentioned," and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints.
Página 125 - But never tempt th' illicit rove, Tho' naething should divulge it : I wave the quantum of the sin, The hazard of concealing ; But Och ! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling ! VII.
Página 69 - ... 11 fall Like grass when he 'sa mowing.1 Clearly the hero of this song was merely a country bumpkin, and no doubt it was in this sense that Thomas G. Fessenden used the word when he made Jonathan Jolthead the hero of his poem called The Country Lovers, written in 1804. It begins as follows : A MERRY tale I will rehearse, As ever you did hear, sir, How Jonathan set out, so fierce, To see his dearest dear, sir...
Página 131 - Glass buttons show never so bright; Their love-lighted lustre outvies The lightning-bug's twinkle by night. And oft with a magical glance, She makes in my bosom a pother, When leering politely askance, She shuts one and winks with the other. The lips of my charmer are sweet, As a hogshead of maple molasses; And the ruby-red tint of her cheek The gill of a salmon surpasses. No teeth like...
Página 201 - In commending Christopher Caustic we are only subscribing to the opinions expressed by the people of another country. To be behind that country in our appreciation of his merits were a stigma; it is very pardonable to go beyond it. National vanity may be a folly; but national ingratitude is a crime. Terrible Tractoration was successful in England on its first appearance, and as yet seems to have lost none of its popularity.