The Demos in council: or 'Bijah in pandemonium: Being a sweep of the lyre, in close imitation of Milton. [Four lines of verse]

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Printed by James Cutler, and for sale at the bookstores, 1799 - 16 pages
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Page 3 - I give not heaven for lost. From this descent Celestial virtues rising, will appear More glorious and more dread than from no fall, And trust themselves to fear no second fate.
Page 15 - Ghosts.* r \ESPAIRING beside a clear stream, A shepherd forsaken was laid ; And while a false nymph was his theme, A willow supported his head. The wind, that blew over the plain, To his sighs with a sigh did reply : And the brook, in return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by.
Page 6 - To vice induftrious, but to nobler deeds Timorous and flothful: yet he pleas'd the ear, And with perfuafive accent thus began. I fhould be much for open war, O Peers, As not behind in hate; if what was urg'd...
Page 6 - Belial, in act more graceful and humane, A fairer perfon loft not heaven. He feem'd For dignity compos'd and high exploit : But all was falfe and hollow, (tho...
Page 13 - Then tailor, good Lord ! then an apothecary. But for this trade or that, They all come as pat As they can ; For shaving and tooth-drawing, Bleeding, cabbaging, and sawing, Dicky Gossip is the man.
Page 4 - He ended; next him HONEE, pen-ful wight, Stood up, the lankest yet the fiercest man Of all the club, now fiercer by despair. His trust was with the senate to be rank'd, Uplift in power; but would be any thing, Rather than not to be at all. Now all Hope lost, he dauntless look'd. Juries and bars, Fines and imprisonments, pill'ries and ropes, He reck'd not; and these words thereafter spake: "My sentence is for open war; of wiles More inexpert, I boast not; then let those Contrive, who need, or when...
Page 8 - Junliu with words cloath'd in reafon's garb, Counfel'd ignoble eafe, and peaceful (loth, Not peace ; and after him thus TUMMAS fpoke.
Page 7 - ... against, yet our enemies Could cut us down like rotten trees before The whirlwind's sweep. So repuls'd, our final hope Were flat despair. We should exasperate These pow'rful victors to spend all their rage, Which soon wou'd end us, and wou'd fix our doom To be no more! Sad doom! For who would lose Though full of pain, connection with this world? War, therefore, open or concealed, alike My voice dissuades, for what can force or guile With those, or who deceive their minds, whose eyes Will watch...
Page 12 - When he was a younker he first was apprentic'd, Unto a gay barber, so dapper and airy, He next was a weather-cock — and then turn'da patriot, Then a writer, good Lord! then an apothecary. But for this trade or that, They all come as pat As they can; For blist'ring, or tooth drawing, Voting, writing, or for jawing, NIFFY N****is your man.
Page 10 - Afpeft he rofe, and in his rilmg feem'd A pillar of ftate : deep on his front engraven, Deliberation fat, and public care ; And princely counfel in his face yet fhone...

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