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Liberty 's in every blow!

Let us do or die.1

Bannockburn.

In durance vile 2 here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

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Epistle from Esopus to Maria.

my luve 's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June;

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Misled by fancy's meteor ray,

By passion driven;

But yet the light that led astray

Was light from heaven.

And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.

The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.3

A Red, Red Rose.

The Vision.

Ibid.

For a' that and a' that.

A prince can make a belted knight,*
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man 's aboon his might,
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing,

Ibid.

Than aught in the world beside, - Jessy!

Jessy.

1 See Appendix, p. 643.

2 Durance vile. W. Kenrick (1766), Falstaff's Wedding, i. 2; Burke, The Present Discontents.

3 I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better.. Wycherley, The Plaindealer, Act i. Sc. 1.

4 Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a Count ne'er made a man. - Southerne, Sir Anthony Lore, Act ii. Sc. 1.

It 's guid to be merry and wise,
It 's guid to be honest and true,

It 's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.

Here's a Health to Them that's Awa'.

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.

The Cotter's Saturday Night.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening

gale.

He wales a portion with judicious care;

Ibid.

And "Let us worship God!" he says with solemn air.

Ibid.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
"An honest man 's the noblest work of God."

Ibid.

JOHN LOWE. 1750

The moon had climbed the highest hill
Which rises o'er the source of Dee,

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The queen of the world, and child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

Columbia.

REV. ROBERT HAWKER. 1753-1827.

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope, and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love.

Benediction.

J. P. KEMBLE. 1757-1823.

Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But why did you kick me down stairs? 2

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The Panel. Act i. Sc. 1.

1 Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises,

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Epicuri de grege porcum.

Horace, Epist., Lib. I. iv. 15. 16.

2 Altered from Bickerstaff's 'T is Well 't is no Worse. The lines

are also found in Debrett's Asylum for Fugitive Pieces, Vol. i. p. 15.

BARRINGTON. - ROBINSON. - COLMAN.

391

GEORGE BARRINGTON. 1755–

True patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.1

Prologue written for the Opening of the Play-house at New
South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796. Barrington's New South
Wales, p. 152.

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On their own merits modest men are dumb.

Epilogue to the Heir at Law.

And what's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.

The Maid of the Moor.

Three stories high, long, dull, and old,

As great lords' stories often are.

Like two single gentlemen, rolled into one.

Ibid.

Lodgings for Single Gentlemen.

But when ill indeed,

E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed. Ibid.

1 'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad. Farquhar, The Beaux Stratagem, Act iii. Sc. 2.

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O Miss Bailey,

Unfortunate Miss Bailey!

Love laughs at Locksmiths. Act ii. Song.

'T is a very fine thing to be father-in-law

To a very magnificent three-tailed Bashaw!

I had a soul above buttons.

Blue Beard. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old Market. Sc. 1.

Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk,
Sipped brandy and water gayly.

Mynheer Vandunck.

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Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed

of slaves.1

Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783.

Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all

That shared its shelter perish in its fall.

From The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. No. xxxvi.

CHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY.
1746-1825.

Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute.
When Ambassador to the French Republic, 1796.

1 Compare Milton, Paradise Lost, Book iv. Line 393. Page 188.

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