A Strike Among the Poets A STRIKE AMONG THE POETS In his chamber, weak and dying, Loud, without, his men were crying, Shorter hours and better pay." Know you why the ploughman, fretting, See! the Hesperus is swinging And the skipper's daughter's singing, Where's the minstrel boy? I've found him With his placards slung around him, Oh, young Lochinvar is coming; E'en the boy upon the burning Lives of great men all remind us Hail to thee, blithe spirit! (Shelley) 785 Unknown. WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT LIVES there a man with soul so dead "Shoot folly as it flies" And what is friendship but a name, Thus runs the world away. Sweet is the ship that's under sail To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray! Drink to me only with thine eyes Through cloudless climes and starry skies! My native land, good night! Adieu, adieu, my native shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more Whatever is, is right! Laman Blanchard. NOTHING MYSTERIOUS Nothing! how shall I define How many heads thy mighty plans pursue; Richard Porson. To the memory of Miss Ellen Gee, of Kew, who died in consequence of being stung in the eye. PEERLESS yet hapless maid of Q! Accomplish'd LN G! Never again shall I and U Together sip our T. For, ah! the Fates I know not Y, LN exclaim'd, "Vile spiteful B! On jess'mine, rosebud, or sweet P, "I'll send you like a lamb or U From our delightful village Q 66 To distant O Y E. A stream runs from my wounded I, Salt as the briny C As rapid as the X or Y, The OIO or D. "Then fare thee ill, insensate B! They bear with tears fair LN G A clay-cold corse now doom'd to B Whilst I mourn her DK. Ye nymphs of Q, then shun each B, List to the reason Y; For should A B C U at T, Now in a grave L deep in Q, Her dirge and LEG. Unknown. OD V CONTAINING A FULL, TRUE, AND PARTICULAR ACCOUNT OF THE TERRIBLE FATE OF ABRAHAM ISAACS, OF IVY LANE "True 'tis P T, and P T 'tis, 'tis true." IN I V Lane, of C T fame, There lived a man D C, And A BI 6 was his name, Now mark his history. Long time his conduct free from blame Did merit LO G, Until an evil spirit came In the shape of O D V. "O! that a man into his mouth To steal away his brains "-no drouth Well, A B drank, the O T loon! And then he gamed, and U Z soon OD V An hourly glass with him was play, "X PD Herculem." Of virtue none to sots, I trow, Who on strong liquor badly dote, From poverty D C T he caught, Or else when he had tried B 4, To shirk a debt, his wits, He'd cry, 66 You shan't wait N E more, I'll W or quits. So lost did I 6 now A PR, That said his wife, said she, "F U act so, your fate quite clear Is for 1 2 4 C." His inside soon was out and out More fiery than K N; And while his state was thereabout A cough CVR came. He IPK Q NA tried, And linseed T and rue; But 0 could save him, so he died As every 1 must 2. 789 |