On Farren The Actor
IF Farren, cleverest of men,
Should go to the right about,
What part of town will he be then?
Why, Farren-done-without!
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On A Great Talker
TO hear Dash by the hour blunder forth his vile prose, Job himself scarcely patience could keep; He's so dull that each moment we're ready to doze, Yet so noisy we can't go to sleep. ... On A Lady Who Squinted
IF ancient poets Argus prize, Who boasted of a hundred eyes, Sure greater praise to her is due, Who looks a hundred ways with two. ... On A Lady Who Was Painted
IT sounds like paradox,--and yet 'tis true, You're like your picture, though it's not like you. ... On A New Duke
ASK you why gold and velvet bind The temples of that cringing thief? Is it so strange a thing to find A toad beneath a strawberry leaf? ... On A Squinting Poetess
TO no one muse does she her glance confine, But has an eye, at once, to all the nine. ... On A Stone Thrown At A Very Great Man But Which Missed Him
TALK no more of the lucky escape of the head From a flint so unluckily thrown; I think very diff'rent, with thousands indeed, 'Twas a lucky escape for the stone. ... On An Mp Who Recently Got His Election At The Sacrifice
OF HIS POLITICAL CHARACTER. HIS degradation is complete, His name with loss of honor branding: When he resolved to win his seat He literally lost his standing. ... On Bloomfield The Poet
BLOOMFIELD, thy happy-omened name Ensures continuance to thy fame; Both sense and truth this verdict give. While fields shall bloom, thy name shall live! ... On Butler's Monument
WHILE Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give. See him, when starved to death and turned to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown,-- He asked for... On Cardinal Wolsey
BEGOT by butchers, but by bishops bred, How high his honor holds his haughty head! ... On Charles Kean The Actor
AS Romeo, Kean, with awkward grace, On velvet rests, 'tis said; Ah! did he seek a softer place, He'd rest upon his head. ... On Dr Lettsom
IF anybody comes to I, I physics, bleeds, and sweats 'em; If after that they like to die, Why, what care I, I Lettsom. ... On Farren The Actor
IF Farren, cleverest of men, Should go to the right about, What part of town will he be then? Why, Farren-done-without! ... On Jekyll Nearly Being Thrown Down By A Very Small Pig
AS Jekyll walked out in his gown and his wig, He happened to tread on a very small pig: Pig of science, he said, or else I'm mistaken, For surely thou art an abridgment of Bacon. ... On Mr Gully Being Returned Mp For Pontefract
STRANGE is it, proud Pontefract's borough should sully Its fame by returning to parliament Gully. The etymological cause, I suppose, is His breaking the bridges of so many noses. ... On Mr Husband's Marriage
THIS case is the strangest we've known in our life, The husband's a husband, and so is the wife. ... On Mr Milton The Livery Stable-keeper
TWO Miltons, in separate ages were born, The cleverer Milton 'tis clear we have got; Though the other had talents the world to adorn, This lives by his mews, which the other could not! ... On Mr Pitt's Being Pelted By The Mob On Lord Mayor's
DAY, 1787. THE City-feast inverted here we find, For Pitt had his dessert before he dined. ... On Napoleon's Statue At Boulogne Turned By Design Or
ACCIDENT, WITH ITS BACK TO ENGLAND. UPON its lofty column's stand Napoleon takes his place: His back still turned upon that land That never saw his face. ... On Pride
FITSMALL, who drinks with knights and lords, To steal a share of notoriety, Will tell you in important words, He mixes in the best society. ... On Rogers The Poet Who Was Egotistical
SO well deserved is Rogers' fame, That friends, who hear him most, advise The egotist to change his name To Argus, with his hundred I's! ... On Shelley's Poem Prometheus Unbound
SHELLEY styles his new poem, Prometheus Unbound, And 'tis like to remain so while time circles round; For surely an age would be spent in the finding A reader so weak as to pay for the binding. ... On Sir Walter Scott's Poem Of Waterloo
ON Waterloo's ensanguined plain, Full many a gallant man lies slain; But none, by bullet or by shot, Fell half so flat as Walter Scott. ... On The Disappointment Of The Whig Associates Of The Prince
REGENT AT NOT OBTAINING OFFICE. YE politicians, tell me, pray, Why thus with woe and care rent? This is the worst that you can say, Some wind has blown the wig away, And left the Hair Apparent. ...