M'Fingal: A Modern Epic Poem, in Four CantosPublished and sold by Ezekiel Goodale, at the Hallowell bookstore. [Peter Edes, printer, Augusta], 1813 - 138 páginas |
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Æneid ancient arm'd arms army ascend band battle Beelzebub Behold beneath blunderbuss boast Boston Britain British Lion Burgoyne call'd CANTO chief command Constable continent sinks cried daring death descending dread drum e'er erst ev'ry eyes faith fam'd fame fatal fate fear feathers fierce fight Fingal fir'd fire foes fray freedom friends Gage Gage's gain'd gainst gallows Gen'ral glory head Heav'n heroes Honorius Hudibras KEGS King land liberty Lord Lord Cornwallis Lord Dorchester Lord North M'Fingal Malcolm Marshfield mighty ne'er New-York night o'er ocean is dry once parade patriot petticoated plain Poem pole pour'd pow'r proclamations quoth rais'd rebel Rebellion rise roll'd round ruin Sandemanian scarce scenes second-sight sent shore sight skies soul speech spread Squire stand stood sword tar and feathers thine thunder Tories tow'ring town town-meeting trembling triumph turn'd Twas us'd wav'd Whence Whiggish Whigs Yankies
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Página 127 - And make a bloody day, sir. The cannons roar, from shore to shore ; The small arms make a rattle : Since wars began, I'm sure no man E'er saw so strange a battle. The rebel vales, the rebel dales, With rebel trees surrounded, The distant woods, the hills, and Hoods, With rebel echoes sounded. The
Página 127 - to and fro, Attack'd from ev'ry quarter : Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay, 'Mongst folks above the water. The kegs, 'tis said, tho' strongly made, Of rebel staves and hoops, sir, Could not oppose their pow'rful foes, The conq'ring British troops, sir. From morn to night these men of might Display'd amazing courage
Página 78 - by treatment horrid, As hides grow harder when they're curried ; No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law ; Or held, in method orthodox, His love of justice in the stocks ; Or fail'd to lose by sheriff's shears At once his
Página 125 - BATTLE OF THE KEGS, GALLANTS attend, and hear a friend, Trill forth harmonious ditty : Strange things I'll tell, which late, befel In Philadelphia city. 'Twas early day, as poets say, Just when the sun was rising, A soldier stood, on log of wood, And saw a sight surprising. As in a maze, he stood to gaze, The truth can't be
Página 126 - Sir William he, snug as a flea, Lay all this time a snoring, Nor dreamt of harm, as he lay warm In bed with Mrs. L g. Now in a fright, he starts upright, Awak'd by such a clatter : He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries, " For God's sake what's the matter ?
Página 126 - crew, in vessels new, With Satan for their guide, sir, Pack'd up in bags, or wooden kegs, Come driving down the tide, sir. The royal band now ready stand, All rang'd in dread array, sir, With stomach stout, to see it out,
Página 125 - mischief's brewing. These Kegs now hold the rebels bold, Pack'd up like pickled herring ; And they're come down t* attack the town, In this new way of ferrying. The soldier flew, the sailor too, And scar'd almost to death, sir,
Página 125 - score—of kegs or more. Come floating down the tide, sir. A sailor too, in jerkin blue, The strange appearance viewing, first damn'd his eyes, in great surprise, Then said—some mischief's brewing. These Kegs now hold the rebels bold, Pack'd up like
Página 77 - For heav'n's sake hear, if not for mine ! I here renounce the Pope, the Turks, The King, the Devil, and all their works ; And will, set me but once at ease, Turn Whig or Christian, what you please ; And always mind your laws as justly ; Should I live long as old
Página 126 - Sir Erskine at command, sir, Upon one foot he had one boot, And t'other in his hand, sir. Arise ! Arise ! Sir Erskine cries : The rebels—more's the pity— Without a boat are all on float, And rang'd before the city. The motly crew, in vessels new, With Satan for their guide, sir, Pack'd up in bags, or wooden kegs, Come driving down the tide, sir.