Memoir of the author. M'Fingal

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Samuel G. Goodrich, 1820
 

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Página 6 - Though former days produced a plenty : For any man with half an eye, What stands before him may espy ; But optics sharp it needs, I ween, To see what is not to be seen.
Página 85 - Squire. And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan of Tory friends. When sudden met his wrathful eye A pole ascending through the sky, Which numerous throngs of whiggish race Were raising in the market-place. Not higher school-boy's kites aspire, Or royal mast, or country spire ; Like spears at Brobdignagian tilting, Or Satan's walking-staff in Milton.
Página 10 - And turn'd all whig committees out. Meanwhile our Hero, as their head, In pomp the tory faction led, Still following, as the 'Squire should please, Successive on, like files of geese. And now the town was summon'd, greeting, To grand parading of Town-meeting; A show, that strangers might appal, As Rome's grave senate did the Gaul.
Página 112 - M'FiNGAL having grown The vilest Tory in the town, And now in full examination Convicted by his own confession, Finding no tokens of repentance, This Court proceeds to render sentence: That first the Mob a slip-knot single Tie round the neck of said...
Página 103 - George," as erst in distress, Knights of romance invoked a mistress ; And brandishing the blade in air, Struck terror through th' opposing war. The Whigs, unsafe within the wind Of such commotion, shrunk behind* With whirling steel around address'd...
Página 91 - His goose the tailor finds new use in, To patch and turn the Constitution ; The blacksmith comes with sledge and grate To iron-bind the wheels of state ; The quack forbears his patients...
Página 87 - At hand for new supplies in store, The tavern opes its friendly door, Whence to and fro the waiters run, Like bucket-men at fires in town. Then with three shouts that tore the sky, 'Tis consecrate to Liberty. To guard it from th...
Página 110 - And can you think my faith will alter, By tarring, whipping, or the halter? I'll stand the worst; for recompense I trust King George and Providence. And when with conquest...
Página 109 - No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law...
Página 94 - Tho' common danger yet cements you ; So some wreck'd vessel, all in shatters, Is held up by surrounding waters, But stranded, when the pressure ceases, Falls by its rottenness to pieces.

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