Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin [by G Canning and Others]

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Thus Britons guard their ancient tame, Assert their empire o'er the sea, And to the envying world proclaim, One nation still is brave and free? Resolv'd to conquer or to die, True to their King, their Laws, their Liberty: No barb'rous foe finds hore an easy prey? Un-ransom'd England spurns all foreign...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Thus Britons guard their ancient tame, Assert their empire o'er the sea, And to the envying world proclaim, One nation still is brave and free? Resolv'd to conquer or to die, True to their King, their Laws, their Liberty: No barb'rous foe finds hore an easy prey? Un-ransom'd England spurns all foreign sway. The following poem has been transmitted to us, without preface or introduction, by a gentleman of the name of Ireland. We apprehend from the peculiarities of the style, that it must be the production of a remote period. We are likewise inclined to imagine, that it may contain allusions to some former event in English history. What that event may have been, we must submit to the better judgment and superior information of our readers, from whom we impatiently expect a solution of this interesting question. The editor has been influenced solely by a sense of its poetical merit. THE DUKE AND THE TAXING-MAN. Whilome there liv'd in fair Englonde A Duke of peerless wealth, And mickle care he took of her Old Constitution's health. The above ballad refers to the saving qualities of the then Duke Of Northumberland. Another oil the same subject, entitled Chevy Chase, will be found on a subsequent page.?Ed.] Full fifty thousand pounds and more To Viitn his vassals paid, But ne to King, ne Countree, he Would yield th' assessment made. The taxing-man, with grim visage Came pricking on the way, The taxing-man, with wrothful words, Thus to the Duke did say: Lord Duke, Lord Duke, thou'st hid from me, As sure as I'm alive, Of goodly palfreys seventeen, Of varlets twenty-five, Then out he drew his gray goose quill, Ydipp'd in ink so black, And sorely to Surcharge the Duke, I trowe, he was ne slack. Then 'gan the Duke ...