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Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.

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Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.

English poetry; France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Poetry; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1789-1820

No. X.


                                                          Jan. 15, 1798.

For the two following poems we are indebted to unknown correspondents.
They could not have reached us at a more seasonable period.

The former, we trust, describes the feelings common to every inhabitant
of this country. The second, we know too well, is expressive of the
sentiments of our enemies.


                                 LINES,
                 WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR 1797.

       Loud howls the storm along the neighbouring shore;
       BRITAIN indignant hears the frantic roar:
       Her generous sons pour forth on every side,
       Firm in their country’s cause—their country’s pride!
       See wild Invasion threats this envied land:
       Swift to defend her, springs each Social Band:
       Her white rocks echoing to their cheerful cry,
       “GOD AND OUR KING!”—“ENGLAND AND VICTORY!”

         Yes! happy BRITAIN, on thy tranquil coast
       No trophies mad Philosophy shall boast!
       Though thy disloyal sons, a feeble band,
       Sound the loud blast of treason through the land;
       Scoff at thy dangers with unnatural mirth,
       And execrate the soil which gave them birth;
       With jaundiced eye thy splendid triumphs view,
       And give to FRANCE the palm to BRITAIN due:
       Or,—when loud strains of gratulation ring,[34]
       And lowly bending to the ETERNAL KING,
       Thy SOVEREIGN bids a nation’s praise arise
       In grateful incense to the fav’ring skies—
       Cast o’er each solemn scene a scornful glance,
       And only sigh for ANARCHY and FRANCE.

         Yes! unsupported _Treason’s_ standard falls,
       _Sedition_ vainly on her children calls,
       While Cities, Cottages, and Camps contend,
       Their King, their Laws, their Country to defend.[35]

         Raise, BRITAIN, raise thy sea-encircled head;
       Round the wide world behold thy glory spread;
       Firm as thy guardian oaks thou still shalt stand,
       The dread and wonder of each hostile land;
       While the dire fiends of discord idly rave,
       And, mad with anguish, curse the severing wave.

         QUEEN of the OCEAN, lo! she smiles serene,
       ’Mid the deep horrors of the dreadful scene;
       With heartfelt piety to Heav’n she turns—
       From Heav’n the flame of British courage burns—
       She dreads no power but HIS who rules the ball,
       At whose “great bidding” empires rise and fall;
       In HIM, on peaceful plain, or tented field,
       She trusts, secure in HIS protecting shield—
       GALLIA, thy threats she scorns—BRITAIN SHALL NEVER YIELD.
                                                 AN ENGLISHWOMAN.


                      TRANSLATION OF THE NEW SONG
                                 OF THE
                           “ARMY OF ENGLAND”.

             WRITTEN BY THE CI-DEVANT BISHOP OF AUTUN.[36]

                     WITH NOTES BY THE TRANSLATOR.

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

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History

Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.

English poetry; France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Poetry; Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1789-1820

No. X.


                                                          Jan. 15, 1798.

For the two following poems we are indebted to unknown correspondents.
They could not have reached us at a more seasonable period.

The former, we trust, describes the feelings common to every inhabitant
of this country. The second, we know too well, is expressive of the
sentiments of our enemies.


                                 LINES,
                 WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR 1797.

       Loud howls the storm along the neighbouring shore;
       BRITAIN indignant hears the frantic roar:
       Her generous sons pour forth on every side,
       Firm in their country’s cause—their country’s pride!
       See wild Invasion threats this envied land:
       Swift to defend her, springs each Social Band:
       Her white rocks echoing to their cheerful cry,
       “GOD AND OUR KING!”—“ENGLAND AND VICTORY!”

         Yes! happy BRITAIN, on thy tranquil coast
       No trophies mad Philosophy shall boast!
       Though thy disloyal sons, a feeble band,
       Sound the loud blast of treason through the land;
       Scoff at thy dangers with unnatural mirth,
       And execrate the soil which gave them birth;
       With jaundiced eye thy splendid triumphs view,
       And give to FRANCE the palm to BRITAIN due:
       Or,—when loud strains of gratulation ring,[34]
       And lowly bending to the ETERNAL KING,
       Thy SOVEREIGN bids a nation’s praise arise
       In grateful incense to the fav’ring skies—
       Cast o’er each solemn scene a scornful glance,
       And only sigh for ANARCHY and FRANCE.

         Yes! unsupported _Treason’s_ standard falls,
       _Sedition_ vainly on her children calls,
       While Cities, Cottages, and Camps contend,
       Their King, their Laws, their Country to defend.[35]

         Raise, BRITAIN, raise thy sea-encircled head;
       Round the wide world behold thy glory spread;
       Firm as thy guardian oaks thou still shalt stand,
       The dread and wonder of each hostile land;
       While the dire fiends of discord idly rave,
       And, mad with anguish, curse the severing wave.

         QUEEN of the OCEAN, lo! she smiles serene,
       ’Mid the deep horrors of the dreadful scene;
       With heartfelt piety to Heav’n she turns—
       From Heav’n the flame of British courage burns—
       She dreads no power but HIS who rules the ball,
       At whose “great bidding” empires rise and fall;
       In HIM, on peaceful plain, or tented field,
       She trusts, secure in HIS protecting shield—
       GALLIA, thy threats she scorns—BRITAIN SHALL NEVER YIELD.
                                                 AN ENGLISHWOMAN.


                      TRANSLATION OF THE NEW SONG
                                 OF THE
                           “ARMY OF ENGLAND”.

             WRITTEN BY THE CI-DEVANT BISHOP OF AUTUN.[36]

                     WITH NOTES BY THE TRANSLATOR.

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.

Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.

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