The Dublin mail; or, Intercepted correspondence. To which is added, A packet of poems. To which is added, Fudge in Ireland |
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... The rage of the vulture , the love of the turtle , " Now melt into sorrow , now madden to crime . " LORD BYRON . HAVE ye heard of the worthy , so fat and so fa- vour'd , A mountain of wealth , tho ' a man of great waist , Coarse and ...
... The rage of the vulture , the love of the turtle , " Now melt into sorrow , now madden to crime . " LORD BYRON . HAVE ye heard of the worthy , so fat and so fa- vour'd , A mountain of wealth , tho ' a man of great waist , Coarse and ...
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Alderman Anacreon ANTI-CATHOLIC SPEECH battle of Tala Cabbage Castle Catholic crowd Curius d'y'see dame DARBY Dear R-DD delight despatches devil drinks it---the Dublin Dublin Castle Dunleary Dust e'en e'er Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair faith fame feeling foes FUDGE IN IRELAND give graces Greek Chorus hail hand happy head hear Heav'n HOLYHEAD honor hope horse Ireland Irish isle King KITTY lady land LETTER Lord Mayor Lord of Misrule Lordship loyal merry mighty Mullingar nation ne'er never night noble nose o'er once packet Paddy Papists Pats phiz Plantation Poem Portran Radicals Rumti idity Samnites Shamrock shew shout smile soul spirit swear sweet TEAGUE tell thee There's thing thou THREE-HANDED WHIST thro Thurible town toy'd Trinity College TURN-OUT twas Twixt twould vex'd whiskey Wicklow mountains wira sthru wish wish'd
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Página 138 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Página 68 - Nor whereof he speketh; He cryeth and he creketh. He pryeth and he peketh, He chydes and he chatters, He prates and he patters, He clytters and he clatters. He medles and he smatters, He gloses and he flatters...
Página 22 - I hare been reading Pope's Eloisa all through, And it kindled such heavenly fancies of you, That the whole of my soul has expanded to night, And, like my mould candle, here melting outright. When I think on the hours I have sat on your knee, And the roll and the leer of your bonny blue ee; On the cut of that beautiful wig which you wore, And the curl of those whiskers, which now are no more: When I think on your front which, despising the ways Of thin Dandies, was ready to burst through your stays;...
Página 33 - But the most wicked and mischievous custom of all others was that of coigny and livery, often before mentioned, which consisted in taking of man's-meat, horse-meat, and money of all the inhabitants of the country at the will and pleasure of the soldier, who, as the phrase of Scripture is, " did eat up the people as it were bread," for that he had no other entertainment.
Página 123 - Twas not for him to crouch the knee Tamely to Moslem tyranny ; — Twas not for him, whose soul was cast In the bright mould of ages past, Whose melancholy spirit, fed With all the glories of the dead ; — Twas not for him, to swell the crowd Of slavish heads, that shrinking bow'd Before the Moslem, as he pass'd Like shrubs beneath the poison-blast — No — far he fled — indignant fled The pageant of his country's shame ; While every tear her children shed Fell on his soul, like drops of flame...
Página 19 - To receive ihe great man for whom nobody car'd, Till we heard he intended to scatter his money In Dublin, to render us joyous and funny. His presence and party no doubt will do good To all wholesale retailers of animal food ; To fruiterers, grocers, and dealers in spirit, And trades that are nameless, though not wanting merit. The first news that stirs I will write you again, Provided I'm in a true musical strain; Therefore, DICKY, adieu, still live and be merry, And remember your crony and friend,...
Página 118 - And oh, you told us not to fret, And said you'd make us happy yet, — Remember that you don't forget. Oh, wira, wira strue !" circumstances which gave occasion to the address, agreed to by the Lords and Commons of Ireland, induces me for a few days to delay giving a final answer; trusting that the joyful event of his Majesty's resuming the personal exercise of his Royal authority, may render it only...
Página 64 - And all of small capacity, May gain the language all at once, E'en if you were the first-rate dunce. Now to conclude this my oration, I'll give you, Sire, a dissertation On all my own immense perfections, Divided into several sections. First, then, I am completely pat in All tongues from Adam's...
Página 128 - praties down, The day the world's wonder came to town ; So off to Sackville-street 1 takes my fling, To meet and make my manners to the K — G. When close beside a thing they call'da gate, Stuck in the very middle of the street, I -stood — because I often heard that kings Were fond of riding through such pretty things. Well, here I stood, with millions round about, All mouths well whiskey'd for the welcome shout. When up comes galloping a captain gay — Knocks to get through the gate, the goose...
Página 22 - I ihink on the hours I have sat on your knee, And the roll and the leer of your bonny blue ee; On the cut of that beautiful wig which you wore, And the curl of those whiskers, which now are no more : When I think on your front which, despising the Ways Of thin Dandies, was ready to burst through your stays ; When I think on your leg that has suffered so much From the gout, love, — and, Oh ! when I think on your crutch, I rejoice in the thought of still lending a hand To enable...