Ballad For The Cambridge Election.

        "I authorized my Committee to take the step which they did, of proposing a fair comparison of strength, upon the understanding that whichever of the two should prove to be the weakest, should give way to the other."
        --Extract from Mr. W. J. Bankes's Letter to Mr. Goulbourn.


Bankes is weak, and Goulbourn too,
    No one e'er the fact denied;--
Which is "weakest" of the two,
    Cambridge can alone decide.
Choose between them, Cambridge, pray,
Which is weakest, Cambridge, say.

Goulbourn of the Pope afraid is,
    Bankes, as much afraid as he;
Never yet did two old ladies
    On this point so well agree.
Choose between them, Cambridge, pray,
Which is weakest. Cambridge, say.

Each a different mode pursues,
    Each the same conclusion reaches;
Bankes is foolish in Reviews,
    Goulbourn foolish in his speeches.
Choose between them, Cambridge, pray,
Which is weakest, Cambridge, say.

Each a different foe doth damn,
    When his own affairs have gone ill;
Bankes he damneth Buckingham,
    Goulbourn damneth Dan O'Connell.
Choose between them, Cambridge, pray,
Which is weakest, Cambridge, say.
Once we know a horse's neigh
    Fixt the election to a throne,
So whichever first shall bray
    Choose him, Cambridge, for thy own.
Choose him, choose him by his bray,
Thus elect him, Cambridge, pray.

June, 1826.

Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore was an Irish poet, singer, and songwriter, celebrated for his Irish Melodies, which are now considered a staple of Irish cultural heritage. Born on May 28, 1779, in Dublin, Ireland, Moore gained fame for his lyrical songs, many of which were set to traditional Irish tunes. Not only a poet, but he was also a staunch advocate of Irish nationalism, often incorporating themes of national identity and resistance into his work. Moore's influential collection 'Irish Melodies' became popular in both Ireland and Britain and helped to define the literary output of the era. He passed away on February 25, 1852, but his legacy in Irish literature and music endures.

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Tis The Last Rose Of Summer.

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The Prince's Day.[1]

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Odes Of Anacreon - Ode XIV.

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Imitated from Horace, lib. i, ode 3.


So may my Lady's prayers prevail,
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Oh ship, that bearest our Castlereagh,
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Stanzas Written In Anticipation Of Defeat.

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Go seek for some abler defenders of wrong,
    If we must run the gantlet thro' blood and expense;
Or, Goths as ye are, in your multitude strong,
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If the words of the wise and the generous are vain,
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The Fudges In England. Letter VIII. From Bob Fudge, Esq., To The Rev. Mortimer O'Mulligan.

Tuesday evening,

I much regret, dear Reverend Sir,
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But this curst gout wont let me stir--
    Even now I but by proxy greet you;
As this vile scrawl, whate'er its sense is,
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Most other scourges of disease
Reduce men to extremities--
But gout wont leave one even these.

From all my sister writes, I see
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    And trust you'll think me not uncivil,
When I declare that from my youth
    I've wisht your country at the devil:
Nor can I doubt indeed from all
    I've heard of your high patriot fame--
From every word your lips let fall--
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Awful Event.

Yes, Winchelsea (I tremble while I pen it),
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Hath said to England's Peers, in accent gruff,
    "That for ye all"^{[snapping his fingers]} and exit in a huff!

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Which of ye, Lords, that heard him can forget
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How To Make A Good Politician.

Whene'er you're in doubt, said a Sage I once knew,
'Twixt two lines of conduct which course to pursue,
Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise,
Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.

Of the same use as guides the Brunswicker throng;
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So golden this rule, that, had nature denied you
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Still doomed, from rise to set of sun,
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What bills the banker past to friends,
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