The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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Because Goliath scratch'd him as he fed,
Employs with vehemence his angry claws,
And gaping, grinning, formidable jaws,
To CARRY OFF the GIANT'S HEAD!
ON THE DEATH OP MR. HONE, R. A.
There's one R. A. more dead! stiff is poor Hone--
His works be with him under the same stone:
I think the sacred art will not bemoan 'em;
But, Muse!--DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM--
As to his host, a TRAV'LER, with a sneer,
Said of his DEAD SMALL-BEER.
Go, then, poor Hone! and join a numerous train
Sunk in OBLIVION'S wide pacific ocean;
And may its WHALE-LIKE stomach feel no motion
To cast thee, like a Jonah, up again.
ON GEORGE THE THIRD'S PATRONAGE OF BENJAMIN WEST.
Thus have I seen a child, with smiling face,
A little daisy in the garden place,
And strut in triumph round its fav'rite flow'r;
Gaze on the leaves with infant admiration,
Thinking the flow'r the finest in the nation,
Then pay a visit to it ev'ry hour:
Lugging the wat'ring-pot about,
Which John the gard'ner was oblig'd to fill;
The child, so pleas'd, would pour the water out,
To show its marvelous gard'ning skill;
Then staring round, all wild for praises panting,
Tell all the world it was its own sweet planting;
And boast away, too happy elf,
How that it found the daisy all itself!
ANOTHER ON THE SAME.