The Cheltenham Mail Bag; Or, Letters from Gloucestershire [In Verse] Ed. [Really Written?] by Peter Quince, the Younger

The Cheltenham Mail Bag; Or, Letters from Gloucestershire [In Verse] Ed. [Really Written?] by Peter Quince, the Younger

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1826 edition. Excerpt: ...vindictive, captious, and austere, From tenderest eyes he gladdens in the tear, That tells the triumph of a tyrant's soul, And ceaseless owns his merciless control. Oh, bitterest of all tears! when weeping eyes So beautifully brilliant pour like skies Upon the rock their softly teeming dews, Nor can their gentle temperament infuse. Shame, shame to manhood! when the tears that fall Sully the brightest, loveliest cheeks of all! And such the graces of that Grecian face, That sorrow would profane with faintest trace, Not Byron's Maid of Athens e'er could vaunt Superior charms, or looks that more enchant; "Till the tears that she hath shed for thee, Like envious clouds o'erran her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world."--Shah. Taming the Shrew Whilst, slave to causeless jealousy! he wakes In his own breast pangs of the hell he makes; And thus, self tortured, torturing, on he goes, In nought indifferent--he no medium knows--Warmest of friends, or bitterest of foes: And this at once his blessing, and his curse, Where good, none better--and where bad, none worse! Now see the male " Miss B," baby faced, With frontbe-curled, and straitly stay-bound waist, And joints that so severely screwed up seem, 'Tis strange the puppet moves without a scream; But move it does, like that cast-iron thing, The' automaton--worked by invisible spring--It moves, it walks, and might for human pass, But that each clattering hoof betrays the ass. Balaam's--an ass of sense--spoke only once, But this poor garrulous yee-yawing dunce This was said of "the bitter Tuscan," Peter Arretin--"Ubi bene nemo melius, ubi male nemo pejus." Brays "infinite nothingness" the live-long day, As still it sidles simpering on more

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  • English
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  • 9781236540287