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Oh wondrous revolution !
Oh happy constitution !
Damnation, prosecution
For traitors to our King.
How small is the donation
For bishops' avocation,
They pray for all the nation,
And Heaven's bleflings bring!
Ten thousand pounds a year
Cannot be thought too dear.
Oh wondrous revolution !
Oh happy Constitution!
Long may they thump the cushion,
And cry God save our King!
Disburthen'd of taxation,
O joyful declaration !
From Pitt's administration
Do all our blessings spring ;
He has paid the nation's debt,
Which proves he don't forget
Our glorious, &c. &c. &c.
And so to make conclusion,
For every sect's delusion,
To all reform confusion;
May it's promoters swing.
So fill your glass with me,
And drink with three times three

Our glorious, &c. &c. &c.

ODE TO FREEDOM. ROUSE, łyre, tune all thy warbling ftrings,

Whilst I the praise of Freedom fing; Ye Muses lend your aid.

Ne'er did your powers of song supreme
Amift to fing'a nobler theme

In your Theffalian shades.
To Heaven alone her birth the ow'd,
Its loveliest boon on earth bestow'd,

O man, to break thy chains.
Ah, hear ye not her chcering voice,
Which makes each glowing heart rejoice

On Gallia's verdant plains ?

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Thou, Seine, didit hear the lofty strain,
When all the tyrant powers in vain

Eflay'd to stop her tongue,
And softly roll'd thy gentle tide,
While crowds along thy flow'ry side

Delighted heard her song.
Methinks I hear th' enraptur'd song
In lofty numbers roll along,

Which on thy banks was heard ; Methinks I hear that high decree Which bid all human kind be free ;

No hoftile power she fear'd: When lo! so swiftly rushing forth

To every region of the North

The winds convey the found; Fame, with a thousand babbling tongues, Did all her cheering notes prolong,

And soon dispers’d them round. They stole along the Baltic shore, The Swede, the Dane, the Pole, no more

Can bear the tyrant's chain;
The Russ, tho' savage as a bear,
Shall the glad voice with transports hear,

Charm'd with the lofty strain.
Thro' all Italia's winding shore
Her bigot sons have heard once more

That song so much revered ;
That strain of old ador'd by Rome,
Where lovely Freedom owned her home,

When Rome her altars reared. Old Father Tibur lifts his head As one just rising from the dead,

To hear the well known voice; He to the goddess calls once more, ** Hail, welcome to my flow'ry shore,

“ Let all my sons rejoice.” He hopes to hear sweet Maro's lyre, From ev'ry lofty warbling wire,

Delight fair Mantua's plains; He hopes his much loved Cicero's tongue, With all its eloquence, ere long,

Will bless his shores again,

Madrid hath heard the mighty sound,
Her fons, aroused, are gathering round,

Emerging from the Night.
From Superstition's horrid shades
Oh call them forth, delightful maid,

Oh let them claim their rights.
Indignant at thy voice they rise,
Their glowing breasts, their sparkling eyes,

Alarm the guilty throne ;
Her bloody Inquisition's walls
Already totter to their fail :

Spain thy glad sway fhall own.
Hark, by the Muse's springs and shades,
Her flow'ry vales and opening glades,

By every wandering stream,
The voice of Freedom steals around,
And Græcia's fons, wak'd by the found,

Start from the midnight dream.
Once more thro' Tempe's flow'ry vale
Shall Perseus bear th' enchanting tale,

Breath'd from the lyre's soft found,
And fair Illiflus, when he roves
By Academus' shady groves,

Shall hear the welcome found.
And lo! o'er Afric's burning fands,
Her golden streams and fertile lands,

The voice of Freedom flies;
Where Niger rolls her copious tide,
The fable nations on his fide

With souls expanded rise ;
Her footy fons, supinely laid
Beneath the umbrageous palm-tree's shade,

Rouse at the welcome sound ;
No more they'll bear the galling chain,
Nor, ravish'd from their native plains,

In fervile fetters bound.
But chiefly thou, O Gallic fair,
To all thy fons be freedom dear;

O guard her sacred shrine !
No more let Faction rear his crest,
With blood-Itain'd hand to tear thy breast,
Then Freedom's palm be thine.

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Extract from Poynet's Treatiser
ADDRESS from the Society on Politic Power, viii. 6

for Constitutional In- Extract from Robinson's Poli-
formation, viii. 1

tical Creed, xviii. 4
A Declaration of Rights, viii.5 Epigram to P. Pindar, xxvi. 1
Ass overladen, a fable, xx. 8 Enigma, xxvii, 1
Acrostic, xxiv. 6

Epigram, ibid.
Attributes of Liberty, xxiv, 7


French, on the plan to starve
Broken Window and Pan- them, xviii. 5

niers, a tale, vii. 1 French Principles, on, xxiv, 1
Britons, Address to their com- French officer, extract from
mon sense, xvii. 1

Memoirs of a, xxv. 5
British Soldier's Reflections on Famine, Address to the Public

the continent, xvii. 7
Benevolus, Letter from, on the Free State, excellence of, xxix.
War, xxv. 1

Briton's Petition, the, xxxi. 7

Bribery and Corruption on, Guelph, George, Lines an,
xxxix, 6. xl. 6

XXV. 4

Maxims of,
Conspiracy, on the law to pre-

xxxvi. 1
vent, v. 6
Gerrald, Tribute to, xviii.

Crusades, on the, vi. 1 Government, Essay on, xxxvi.
Cooper, on his Reply to Burke, 4

Churchill, anécdote of, xix. 6 Historical Facts, xxxii. 7
Civic Effay, xx. 1

Hardy's Acquittal, Lines on,
Carmagnole, a song, xxiii. 8

Cap of Liberty,origin of,xxvi.7 Happiness human, influence of
Citizen Soldier, a, his Account lome institutionson,xxxvii.1
of the Victories on the con-

tinent, xxviii. 6

Introductory Essay, i. 1

Infallibility of Pius VI, and
Dandy, Jacky, his Lamenta- George III. xxvii. 2
tions, x. 7

Dream of Charles Bull, xvii. 7 Kings, on the idolatrous wor-
Dutch nation, on the, xxx. 8 ship of them, v. 1
Dream, a, xxxiv. 5

King verfus French, xxiv.


Elector of Hanover, on his Liberty of the Press, essay on,

prohibition of reading, vii. 41 ii, 1

xi, 8

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