A Congratulatory Epistle From His Holiness The Pope To The Reverend Dr. Snape (Nicholas Amhurst Poems)
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
To Thee, my Snape, in these Reforming Times,Grateful, we send our Blessing and our Rimes.Odd it may seem for Us, ...
While You, dread Sir, whom partial Heav'n denies,The fruitful Vineyard and Cis--Alpine Skies,O'er frozen Heights and chilling Desarts stray,Far from ...
At length the great decisive Year is come,And Britain triumphs o'er the Wiles of Rome,No more in Frowns our Holy ...
In the dark Backward of six thousand Years,(So Moses writes and all our Christian Seers)The World, a rude, unfashion'd Embryo ...
Oft hast thou told me, Dick, in friendly Part.That the Usurper Love has seiz'd thy Heart;But thou art young, and, ...
Whither, oh! whither must the Christian turn?From whom in this momentous Crisis learn?When shall the Church from worldly Pomps be ...
While the fierce Contest rages from afar,And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,Now trust to ...
Tho' proud Del---ne, for nameless, partial Ends,Throws me at Distance from my letter'd Friends;And, not content to banish from his ...
Sir Ralph, a simple, rural Knight,Could just distinguish Wrong from Right;When he receiv'd a Quarter's Rent,And almost half in Taxes ...
Whence does this sudden, fatal Change proceed?For lo! Despair on ev'ry Brow I read,All shake their mournful Heads and pensive ...
I. Oh ponder well! do not me blameOh ponder well! do not me blameFor Follies that are past,If e'er I'm guilty ...
Curst be that busy Wretch, that human Beast,(Some crafty Statesman or ambitious Priest)Who first his own pernicious Schemes to buildHis ...
Condemn not, Madam, as I write in Haste,My Thoughts confus'd, or any Word misplac'd.Of cens'ring Tongues I scorn the little ...
Hail to the Light of this revolving Morn,On which such Beauty to the World was born,Or rather made--for thus Traditions ...
Whilst on thy Golden Locks I gaze,And what I like sincerely praise,Coldly you turn your Head away,And tax with Flattery ...
Sir Fopling, crost in Love and stript at Play,Pensive and grumbling on his Pillow lay;How vain says he, are all ...
From humble Dust and common EarthWhilst other Women take their Birth,You, Waxy, boast a nobler Frame,From more refin'd Beginnings came;Hear, ...
Disdain not, mighty Chief, to whom descendThe Virtues and the Honours of your Friend,To view the Trophy which the Muses ...
Must Brunswick and his Friends for ever bear,The keen Resentments of the British Fair?Still crown'd with Glory, must he curse ...
Hail! Minister, by Paradoxes great!Proceeds it from thy Genius or thy Fate?Courtier compleat, with Manners unpolite;Without thy Prince's Love, a ...
When Strephon's Verse before my Eyes was laid,With Wonder I the nauseous Stuff survey'd;I read and laugh'd at all the ...
In vain, Orinda on my Aid,And weaker Judgment you rely;Too rashly Fair--one, you perswadeA Mortal to correct the Sky.To me, ...
In vain, my gentle Charmer, you inquireHow many thousand Kisses I desire;Say first, how many Sands the Shores contain,And Drop ...
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