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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.

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

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Something like the same idea seems to have dictated the following
Stanzas, which appear to be a loose imitation of the beautiful Dialogue
of Horace and Lydia, and for which, though confessedly in a lower style
of poetry, and conceived rather in the _slang_, or _Brentford_ dialect,
than in the classical Doric of the foregoing Poem, we have many thanks
to return to an ingenious academical correspondent.


                        THE NEW COALITION.[157]

                                   I.

         FOX.—When erst I coalesced with North
         And brought my _Indian bantling_ forth[158]
         In place—I smiled at faction’s storm,
         Nor dreamt of _radical reform_.

                                   II.

         TOOKE.—While yet no patriot project pushing,
         Content I thump’d old Brentford’s cushion,
         I pass’d my life so free and gaily;
         Not dreaming of that d——d _Old Bailey_.

                                   III.

         FOX.—Well! now my favourite preacher’s _Nickle_,[159]
         He keeps for PITT a rod in pickle;
         His gestures fright th’ astonish’d gazers,
         His sarcasms cut like Packwood’s razors.

                                   IV.

         TOOKE.—_Thelwall’s_[160] my man for state alarm;
         I love the rebels of _Chalk Farm_;
         Rogues that no statutes can subdue,
         Who’d bring the French, and head them too.

                                   V.

         FOX.—A whisper in your ear, JOHN HORNE,[161]
         For _one great end_ we both were born,
         Alike we roar, and rant, and bellow—
         Give us your hand, my honest fellow.

                                   VI.

         TOOKE.—Charles, for a shuffler long I’ve known thee:
         But come—for once, I’ll not disown thee;
         And since with patriot zeal thou burnest,
         With thee I’ll live—or hang _in earnest_.


                      [HORACE. BOOK III., ODE IX.

     HORACE.—Whilst I was fond, and you were kind,
               Nor any dearer youth, reclined
               On your soft bosom, sought to rest,
               Not Persia’s monarch was so blest.

     LYDIA.—Whilst you adored no other face,
               Nor loved me in the second place,
               Your Lydia’s celebrated fame
               Outshone the Roman Ilia’s name.

     HORACE.—Me _Chloe_ now possesses whole;
               Her voice and lyre command my soul:
               Nor would I death itself decline,
               Could I redeem her life with mine.

     LYDIA.—For me young lovely _Calaïs_ burns,
               And warmth for warmth my heart returns.
               Twice would I life for him resign,
               Could _his_ be ransomed thus with _mine_.

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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

*       *       *       *       *

Something like the same idea seems to have dictated the following
Stanzas, which appear to be a loose imitation of the beautiful Dialogue
of Horace and Lydia, and for which, though confessedly in a lower style
of poetry, and conceived rather in the _slang_, or _Brentford_ dialect,
than in the classical Doric of the foregoing Poem, we have many thanks
to return to an ingenious academical correspondent.


                        THE NEW COALITION.[157]

                                   I.

         FOX.—When erst I coalesced with North
         And brought my _Indian bantling_ forth[158]
         In place—I smiled at faction’s storm,
         Nor dreamt of _radical reform_.

                                   II.

         TOOKE.—While yet no patriot project pushing,
         Content I thump’d old Brentford’s cushion,
         I pass’d my life so free and gaily;
         Not dreaming of that d——d _Old Bailey_.

                                   III.

         FOX.—Well! now my favourite preacher’s _Nickle_,[159]
         He keeps for PITT a rod in pickle;
         His gestures fright th’ astonish’d gazers,
         His sarcasms cut like Packwood’s razors.

                                   IV.

         TOOKE.—_Thelwall’s_[160] my man for state alarm;
         I love the rebels of _Chalk Farm_;
         Rogues that no statutes can subdue,
         Who’d bring the French, and head them too.

                                   V.

         FOX.—A whisper in your ear, JOHN HORNE,[161]
         For _one great end_ we both were born,
         Alike we roar, and rant, and bellow—
         Give us your hand, my honest fellow.

                                   VI.

         TOOKE.—Charles, for a shuffler long I’ve known thee:
         But come—for once, I’ll not disown thee;
         And since with patriot zeal thou burnest,
         With thee I’ll live—or hang _in earnest_.


                      [HORACE. BOOK III., ODE IX.

     HORACE.—Whilst I was fond, and you were kind,
               Nor any dearer youth, reclined
               On your soft bosom, sought to rest,
               Not Persia’s monarch was so blest.

     LYDIA.—Whilst you adored no other face,
               Nor loved me in the second place,
               Your Lydia’s celebrated fame
               Outshone the Roman Ilia’s name.

     HORACE.—Me _Chloe_ now possesses whole;
               Her voice and lyre command my soul:
               Nor would I death itself decline,
               Could I redeem her life with mine.

     LYDIA.—For me young lovely _Calaïs_ burns,
               And warmth for warmth my heart returns.
               Twice would I life for him resign,
               Could _his_ be ransomed thus with _mine_.

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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