The School for Satire: Or, A Collection of Modern Satirical Poems Written During the Present ReignJaques and Company, 1802 - 432 pages |
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Page 187 - As broad and general as the unbounded sun ! No narrow bigot he ; — his reason'd view Thy interests, England, rank with thine, Peru ! France at our doors, he sees no danger nigh, But heaves for Turkey's woes the impartial sigh ; A steady Patriot of the World alone, The Friend of every Country — but his own.
Page 214 - The indignation raised by cruelty and injustice, and the desire of having it punished, which persons unconcerned would feel, is by no means malice. No, it is resentment against vice and wickedness : it is one of the common bonds, by which society is held together; a fellow-feeling, which each individual has in behalf of the whole species, as well as of himself.
Page 192 - Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, Bold I can meet — perhaps may turn his blow ; But of all plagues, good heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh ! save me from the candid friend...
Page 189 - Of talents, honour, virtue, wit, forlorn In friendless exile, — of the wise and good Staining the daily scaffold with their blood ; Of savage cruelties, that scare the mind, The rage of madness with hell's lusts combined, — Of hearts torn reeking from the mangled breast, They hear — and hope that ALL is FOR THE BEST.
Page 245 - Business and ambition take up men's thoughts too much to leave room for philosophy : but if you speak to women in a style and manner proper to approach them, they never fail to improve by your counsels.
Page 20 - And post where'er the Goddess led the way, Perchance to proud Spithead's imperial bay ; There should he see, as other folks have seen, That ships have anchors) and that seas are green, • Should own the tackling trim, the streamers fine^ With Sandwich prattle, and with B radsha w dine, And then sail back, amid the cannon's roar, As safe, as sage, as when he left the shore.
Page 181 - FROM mental mists to purge a nation's eyes ; To animate the weak, unite the wise ; To trace the deep infection that pervades The crowded town, and taints the rural shades ; To mark how wide extends the mighty waste O'er the fair realms of science, learning, taste ; To drive and scatter all the brood of lies, And chase the varying falsehood as it flies ; The long arrears of ridicule to pay, To drag reluctant Dulness back to day ; Much yet remains.
Page 3 - KNIGHT of the Polar Star! by Fortune plac'd, To shine the Cynosure of British taste; Whose orb collects, in one refulgent view, The scatter'd glories of Chinese Virtu; And spread their lustre in so broad a blaze, That Kings themselves are dazzled, while they gaze.
Page 200 - Couriers and Stars, Sedition's Evening Host, Thou Morning Chronicle, and Morning Post, Whether ye make the Rights of Man your theme, Your Country Libel, and your God blaspheme, Or dirt on private worth and virtue throw, Still blasphemous or blackguard, praise Lepaux ! ' And ye five other wandering Bards, that move In sweet accord of harmony and love, C dge and S — th — y, L — d, and L — b and Co. Tune all your mystic harps to praise Lepaux...
Page 203 - Flames through the vault, and cheers the gloom of night: So, mighty BURKE ! in thy sepulchral urn, To Fancy's view the lamp of Truth shall burn.