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Meaning that present quinsey ' s worse Than being hang'd some ages hence : But death ' s last trump may be right near , Tho * far from common rumour ' s ear ; And blight , un-nam'd in almanac , May sift our cinders in , a crack :
Then slumber not by calm Ihssus . Lest flint-eyed gorgone come and kiss us . But save us , Tax , preserve the . nation And level Steam by wise equation ; Curb in his fury , And aitatige Some equipoise to check the mange That shortly must uncoat our craft-men , And shelf 'em just like box'd-ttp drought-men
Tax vanity ; let paint and portraits , And miniatures , pay even more-rates ; Tax fashions , flatteries , and fans , And luxuries ; from warming pans To all the myriad soups and greases That ooze from cookery ' s piquant messes ; But do not tax all humble comforts .
Our snugness and our household dumb-forts , When from the world ' s loud siege we fly To heap up heart's-ease cozily . Tax absentees in travelling night-caps , Not grave-stones when our last dead blight haps Not pots and kitchen articles , But quizzing-glass and spectacles ; For , as we pay for heaven ' s light E ' en when we ' re blind , why not for sight ?
Tax Foreigners , from queen-like Pasta To knaves of paint and fools of plaster ; Tax Tamburini ' s rolling bass , And Grisi ' s notes of power and grace ; Let Paganini ' s wondrous kit
A tax of cent * -per cent , beget ; Sultans , ambassadors , and mummers , Jugglers and chiefs , and ketUe-drummers ; Make every windmill-whirling Rappo Dab up , in fee , a gold-fili ' d chapeau t Until they fly us , as no doubt They'll like our tax no more than gout , And troopinjjLoff" like squib-scar'd elves ,
Just leave us to our blessed selves ! But hark ! a voice like that of yore , When Lybian oracles would snore Loud nasal truths liker parish clerks , Makes in mine ear these few remarks : 4 When might and right contend for porridge , Grey " usance" sways no more than nonage ;
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The Age of Steam ! 881
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1834, page 881, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2640/page/63/
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