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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

FOX,[98] with TOOKE to grace his side,
           Thus address’d his blooming bride—
           “Sweet! should I e’er, in power or place,
           Another Citizen embrace;
           Should e’er my eyes delight to look
           On aught alive save JOHN HORNE TOOKE,
           Doom me to ridicule and ruin,
           In the coarse hug[99] of _Indian_ Bruin!”
             He spoke;[100] and to the left and right,
             NORFOLK hiccupp’d with delight.
           TOOKE,[101] his bald head gently moving,
             On the sweet patriot’s drunken eyes
             His wine-empurpled lips applies,
           And thus returns in accents loving:
           “So, my dear[102] CHARLEY, may success
           At length my ardent wishes bless,
           And lead, through discord’s low’ring storm,
           To one grand RADICAL REFORM!
           As, from this hour I love thee more
           Than e’er I hated thee before!”
             He spoke, and to the left and right,
             NORFOLK hiccupp’d with delight.
           With this good omen they proceed;[103]
           Fond toasts their mutual passion feed;
           In FOX’S breast HORNE TOOKE prevails
           Before[104] rich _Ireland_ and _South Wales_;[105]
           And FOX (unread each other book),
           Is Law and Gospel to HORNE TOOKE.
             When were such kindred souls united?
             Or wedded pair so much delighted?


                  [ACME AND SEPTIMIUS. FROM CATULLUS.

                SEPTIMIUS said, and fondly prest
                The doating ACME to his breast:—
                “My Acme, if I prize not thee
                With love as warm as love can be,
                With passion spurning any fears
                Of growing faint in length of years,
                Alone may I defenceless stand
                To meet, on Lybia’s desert sand,
                Or under India’s torrid sky,
                The tawny lion’s glaring eye!”
                LOVE, before who utter’d still
                On the left-hand omens ill,
                As he ceased his faith to plight
                Laugh’d propitious on the right.
                Then ACME gently bent her head,
                Kiss’d with those lips of cherry red
                The eyes of the delightful boy,
                That swam with glistening floods of joy;
                And whisper’d as she closely prest—
                “SEPTIMIUS, soul of ACME’S breast,
                Let all our lives and feelings own
                One lord, one sovereign, Love alone!
                I yield to love, and yield to thee,
                For thou and love are one to me.
                Though fond thy fervent heart may beat,
                My feelings glow with greater heat,
                And madder flames my bosom melt
                Than all that thou hast ever felt.”—ED.]

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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

FOX,[98] with TOOKE to grace his side,
           Thus address’d his blooming bride—
           “Sweet! should I e’er, in power or place,
           Another Citizen embrace;
           Should e’er my eyes delight to look
           On aught alive save JOHN HORNE TOOKE,
           Doom me to ridicule and ruin,
           In the coarse hug[99] of _Indian_ Bruin!”
             He spoke;[100] and to the left and right,
             NORFOLK hiccupp’d with delight.
           TOOKE,[101] his bald head gently moving,
             On the sweet patriot’s drunken eyes
             His wine-empurpled lips applies,
           And thus returns in accents loving:
           “So, my dear[102] CHARLEY, may success
           At length my ardent wishes bless,
           And lead, through discord’s low’ring storm,
           To one grand RADICAL REFORM!
           As, from this hour I love thee more
           Than e’er I hated thee before!”
             He spoke, and to the left and right,
             NORFOLK hiccupp’d with delight.
           With this good omen they proceed;[103]
           Fond toasts their mutual passion feed;
           In FOX’S breast HORNE TOOKE prevails
           Before[104] rich _Ireland_ and _South Wales_;[105]
           And FOX (unread each other book),
           Is Law and Gospel to HORNE TOOKE.
             When were such kindred souls united?
             Or wedded pair so much delighted?


                  [ACME AND SEPTIMIUS. FROM CATULLUS.

                SEPTIMIUS said, and fondly prest
                The doating ACME to his breast:—
                “My Acme, if I prize not thee
                With love as warm as love can be,
                With passion spurning any fears
                Of growing faint in length of years,
                Alone may I defenceless stand
                To meet, on Lybia’s desert sand,
                Or under India’s torrid sky,
                The tawny lion’s glaring eye!”
                LOVE, before who utter’d still
                On the left-hand omens ill,
                As he ceased his faith to plight
                Laugh’d propitious on the right.
                Then ACME gently bent her head,
                Kiss’d with those lips of cherry red
                The eyes of the delightful boy,
                That swam with glistening floods of joy;
                And whisper’d as she closely prest—
                “SEPTIMIUS, soul of ACME’S breast,
                Let all our lives and feelings own
                One lord, one sovereign, Love alone!
                I yield to love, and yield to thee,
                For thou and love are one to me.
                Though fond thy fervent heart may beat,
                My feelings glow with greater heat,
                And madder flames my bosom melt
                Than all that thou hast ever felt.”—ED.]

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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