The Tour of Doctor Syntax Through London, Or, the Pleasures and Miseries of the Metropolis; A Poem

The Tour of Doctor Syntax Through London, Or, the Pleasures and Miseries of the Metropolis; A Poem

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1820 edition. Excerpt: ... dangle, Or triest till eve the patient angle Along the clear and winding river, Where cockney drunk, or steam-boat never Defil'd the lustre of the tide, Or rose sublime the domes of pride. I love to.trace thee, Nature fair, And shun like thee, the town-bred air; But this is talking idly now---Fate has decreed, and I must bow To her irrevocable fiat, . That muse's fancy must be quiet On all such visionary topics, Now almost distant as the tropics, And stick to this important story, And the more splendid scenes of glory That spread their rich and shining pride Along old father Thames's side; And make his streams, though rather muddy, In truth a most delightful study. 'Tis said by those the truth have tried, Women are never satisfied;. This our good Doctor found when Dolly, In graceful, pensive melancholy, . Began, with future joy in view, . To run her memorandums through, And in her peremptory Way, To wish, (as much, you know's, to say That Doctor should that wish obey) That they could dissipate the spleen And variegate awhile the scene, Now, by a little of pure nature, And.take, like every other creature VVho knows the effect of London air, And seeks t' enjoy of health a share, A trip to renovate the liver From town, or up or down the river. For her own self she saw no joy In sailing in an ugly hoy. Among a crowd of vulgar people Who ne'er were out of sight of steeple, Or the high dome of great St. Paul, J ourneying to Woolwich or Blackwall, Deptford was town by far too low, . And Greenwich, though apretty show, i Was filled by nothing but old foggies, Who scarce knew aught but what vile grog is, And, for her honour or her breath, She would not venture on the Heath, Though hundreds took their pleasure...show more

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  • Paperback | 70 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236944526
  • 9781236944528