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To The Memory Of Our Late Lamented Queen Caroline Of England To The Memory Of Our Late Lamented Queen Caroline Of England

To The Memory Of Our Late Lamented Queen Caroline Of England
A POEM TO THE Memory of our late lamented QUEEN CAROLINE... Poems - Post by : IdeaGuy - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 3280

The Independent Statesmen, And Liberal Landlord The Independent Statesmen, And Liberal Landlord

The Independent Statesmen, And Liberal Landlord
THE INDEPENDENT STATESMAN, AND Liberal Landlord;... Poems - Post by : febra - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1916

An Elogy To The Memory Of The Late Wm. Palgrave, Esq. An Elogy To The Memory Of The Late Wm. Palgrave, Esq.

An Elogy To The Memory Of The Late Wm. Palgrave, Esq.
TO THE MEMORYOFWilliam Palgrave, Esq. LATE OF COLTISHALL, IN THE COUNTY OF NORFOLK. In... Poems - Post by : biglou00 - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 3314

On The Death Of Ben Gee On The Death Of Ben Gee

On The Death Of Ben Gee
Alas, the dull bell his departure declares, His wife and poor children are shedding those tears That flows from sincerity’s bosom of grief, Scarce can old time give a lapse from relief. The widow to ease or the orphan protect, He would never a minute in friendship neglect; Sometimes ungrateful they each of them prov’d, At tales of affliction his bosom was moved. How cheerful he’d set tho’ hard blew the gale, Amusing his friends with a voyager’s tale. Ill nature... Poems - Post by : bannerca - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 502

Old Jack.—a Song Old Jack.—a Song

Old Jack.—a Song
Tune.—“The Exciseman”. Not far from the village you’ll see, A snug little mansion appear, As pleasant I think as can be, To divert all its inmates from care. It’s embellish’d with pebbles and glass, Which in buildings is rare to be seen; To enliven the eye as you pass, In the front is a very neat green. One side there a clump of fir trees, The... Poems - Post by : frankbck - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1771

The Valiant Captain The Valiant Captain

The Valiant Captain
Tune.—“Derry Down.” This night I am trying a picture to draw, Whom you know very well is a son of the law; A wonder of wonders, he will not drive the quill, To injure another, or make a bad will. To increase a dispute he begs leave to decline, And will settle such things o’er a glass of good wine; When ’twas said we soon should be invaded by France, Oh dear how he made his gay pony quick dance.... Poems - Post by : gm1234 - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1428

To The Memory Of Mr. Self, Late Of Pulham Market Hall To The Memory Of Mr. Self, Late Of Pulham Market Hall

To The Memory Of Mr. Self, Late Of Pulham Market Hall
The tear of regret was observed all around, When our neighbour and friend was consigned to the ground; If penury hung round the Cottager’s door, He ne’er would forget to remember the poor. So cheerful in converse you always would find, Neither spleen or ill nature could harass his mind; Till age made its inroads he’d join with the gay, At manly amusements to gladden the day. In most friendly meetings for him they would call, For I can say with truth he... Poems - Post by : Julie_L_Maeglin - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 3440

Cheerful Isaac Cheerful Isaac

Cheerful Isaac
Tune—“The Wedding Day.” Isaac lives in a cottage near the road side, He envies not Princes or Kings, Unacquainted with splendor no lover of pride, He says it oft poverty brings. Trudges all day with his plough void of care, At eve to the village he flies, In hopes a good ditty or story to hear; For those all his wishes supplies. Sometimes his noddle so dizzy is grown,... Poems - Post by : rbeckwith - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 2101

Political Surgeon Political Surgeon

Political Surgeon
Tune—“The Exciseman.” In a country village that’s near, A very good market for beef; Thro’ a lane a neat mansion appear, Whose owner can give you relief. No one in the place doubts his skill, Due attention he pays to the poor, To them he’ll diminish his bill; If adversity stands at the door. I fear he brain fevers increase, To those that are fond of... Poems - Post by : totalnet - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1881

To The Memory Of Mr. Page, Late Of Pulham Market To The Memory Of Mr. Page, Late Of Pulham Market

To The Memory Of Mr. Page, Late Of Pulham Market
My pen but faintly can declare, The virtues of his mind; Well he deserves the friendly tear, From those he leaves behind. Dissimulation could not rest A moment on his face, No wicked thoughts annoy’d his breast, Nor envy found a place. To friends and neighbours was sincere, He cheerful pass’d the day; His memory many will revere, Till they are... Poems - Post by : PROFIToday.com - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 2963

A Letter From Miss Maria C***, To Her Parents A Letter From Miss Maria C***, To Her Parents

A Letter From Miss Maria C***, To Her Parents
My pen I take, my wretched fate to state, Pardon, oh pardon, tho’ a vile ingrate; Your daughter late so innocent and gay, Was by a vile seducer led astray From those chase precepts by you taught to know, That he who sets above knows all below; Either on earth or in the heavenly skies, Each substance falls or as he wishes rise. I fell a victim to unchaste desires, And feel those sorrows vengeance now requires, After I left a... Poems - Post by : Mattsong - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 3310

An Address, &c. An Address, &c.

An Address, &c.
Believe me, Sir; I do these lines impart With every pang that can corrode the heart; Bring to your mind a dismal scene late past, And let that guilty Amour be your last. Think of my friend that was of late so gay, By your vile arts dishonour’d and away; From every joy that animates this life, The tender mother and the happy wife. A husband’s frowns, a father’s burning tears, For Stella’s folly much increase their cares. A brother mourns,... Poems - Post by : Robins - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1618

The Wiverton Boy; Or, Sailor Returned The Wiverton Boy; Or, Sailor Returned

The Wiverton Boy; Or, Sailor Returned
On Wiverton Green a boy was found, Weeping his fate upon the ground; Compassion soon the helpless drew, To give him aid they instant flew; The overseer quick took the youth, Matured him in the paths of truth; At proper age they sought to find, What calling suited best his mind; Upon the main he wished to try, His fortune and his destiny. Quick to a merchant ship was sent, He braved the stormy eliment; Intrepid courage... Poems - Post by : houser - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1365

A Description Of The Pine-apple At Trowse A Description Of The Pine-apple At Trowse

A Description Of The Pine-apple At Trowse
Both beauty and art have exerted their skill, You will find on a spot near the brow of a hill; The hill is near Norwich and call’d Bracondale, I stept into Vince’s myself to regale. The landlord I found Sir adopted one plan, To please all his customers all that he can; Some Topsmen I found had come to the spot, To look at their darlings, each good hardy Scot; When business was o’er they did not decline, To take a few bottles... Poems - Post by : Brinius102 - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1792

An Address To The Norfolk Yeoman On The Importation Of Foreign Grain An Address To The Norfolk Yeoman On The Importation Of Foreign Grain

An Address To The Norfolk Yeoman On The Importation Of Foreign Grain
On Foreign grain a duty lay, Good Ministers I pray I pray, If you our humble suit decline, How can we meet and take our wine; Chat about prices at Mark Lane, To drink a bottle an’t’ prophane; Did Mr. Pitt one night decline, To call to aid the generous wine. C---s cannot at times keep sober, If they are tempted by October; Sometimes a R---t---r takes a glass Of spirits with a pretty lass; Another thing... Poems - Post by : sanjen - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 3400

Ode To The Memory Of The Late Lamented, Sir Samuel Romilly Ode To The Memory Of The Late Lamented, Sir Samuel Romilly

Ode To The Memory Of The Late Lamented, Sir Samuel Romilly
Well may Britons waft the sigh, Since Romilly’s no more; Till our existance from us fly, We shall his loss deplore. Oh! death thy keen unwelcome dart, Caus’d Briton’s tears to flow; ’Twas you compell’d him to depart, And gave the deadly blow. His virtues we shall long retain, They are planted in each breast; Till death they will with us remain,... Poems - Post by : john692 - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1236

On Mr. L--- On Mr. L---

On Mr. L---
Taking leave of his Wife and Children, who was Sentenced to Transportation for Fourteen Years. * * * * * FROM LIFE.... Poems - Post by : Phill - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 2810

The Norwich, Corn Mart The Norwich, Corn Mart

The Norwich, Corn Mart
At one o’clock the busy seen begin, Quick to the hall they all are posting in; The cautious merchant takes his stand, The farmer shows the product of his land: If wheat the merchant says it’s damp or cold, If Dawling Market, that’s the case I’m told. If it is barley he’ll your mind unhinge, And say good Sir it has a gloomy dinge; Reduce three shillings of the currant price, And with the farmer he’ll be very nice; If oats... Poems - Post by : billsmi - Date : November 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1914

Written Extempore Written Extempore

Written Extempore
On Receipt of a Letter, dated Sept. 26, 1806. I've read your letter o'er and o'er again, Happy to find you faithful do remain, Besides forgiveness; though too much I fear, I long have made you victim to despair. You say two years with fervency I strove To keep affection, constancy, and love; But soon as crosses came upon my mind, Was careless of you, and appear'd unkind. I knew my home was neat, serene, and nice; But, ah! that home... Poems - Post by : stephfoster - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 503

A Dierge To The Memory Of Princess Charlotte A Dierge To The Memory Of Princess Charlotte

A Dierge To The Memory Of Princess Charlotte
Britons wept when they heard brave Nelson was wounded, Cried aloud when they knew that a ball pierced his heart; Yet it eas’d our distress to find him surrounded, By those friends he loved, when compell’d to depart. He requested to know the fate of the battle, If t’was likely that England would conquor that day; When they answer’d him Sir, by the weight of our metal, More colours are struck and the reat in... Poems - Post by : 49465 - Date : October 2011 - Author : James Parkerson - Read : 1291