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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498844" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode on a nearer prospect of summer hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Summer Hill! if thou wert mine, <br>I'd order in a pipe of wine, <br>And ask a dozen friends to dine. <br>In faith, I would not spare the guineas, <br>But send for Pag and other ninies, <br>Flutes, hautboys, fiddles, pipes, and tabors, <br>Hussars with moustaches and sabres, <br>Quadrilles, and that grand waltz of Weber's, <br>And give a dance to all my neighbours; <br>And here I'd sit and quaff my fill <br>Among the trees of Summer Hill. <br>Then with bland eye careering slowly, <br>O'er bush-crowned ridge end valley lowly; <br>I'd drain the cup to thee, old Rowley! <br>To thee, and to thy courtly train, <br>Once tenants of thy fair domain; <br>Soft Stewart, haughtiest Castlemaine, <br>Pert Nelly Gwynne, and Lucy Waters, <br>Old England's fairest, frailest daughters. <br>E'en now, 'midst yonder leafy glade, <br>Methinks I see thy Royal shade <br>In amplitude of wig arrayed; <br>Near thee thy rival in peruke, <br>Stands Buckingham, uproarious Duke, <br>With Tony Hamilton and Killegrew; <br>And Wilmot, that sad rake till ill he grew, <br>When to amend his life and turn it <br>He promised pious Doctor Burnet; <br>In time let's hope to make old Nicholas <br>Lose all his pains, and look ridiculous! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alexander! loftier far <br>Now culminates thy happier star <br>Than his of old, my ancient crony, <br>Thy namesake erst of Macedony, <br>Unrivalled, save, perhaps, by Boney. <br>Oh! happier far in thy degree <br>Art thou, although a conqueror he, <br>While thou art but an ex-M.P. <br>Yea, far more blessed my Alexander, <br>Art thou than that deceas'd commander; <br>Much though his name be honour'd, Fate, <br>Making thee Lord of this estate, <br>Dubbed thee in verity 'The Great.' <br>Thou ne'er wert led through wanton revelling, <br>These sylvan scenes to play the devil in; <br>In these sweet shades so praised by Grammont, <br>Thou didst not call thyself 'Young Ammon.' <br>And I, for one, wouldst thou invite us, <br>Would never fear the fate of Clytus. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No lady of too easy virtue <br>E'er made you think enough to hurt you, <br>And then with recklessness amazing, <br>Bade you set house and all a-blazing. <br>('Tis hard to say which works the quicker, <br>To make folks blockheads, love or liquor. <br>But oh! it is an awful thing, <br>When both combine to make a king <br>Descend to play the part of Swing!) <br>Another world, thou dost not sigh <br>To conquer, much less pipe thine eye, <br>I dare be sworn -- no! Alexander, <br>Thou art not half as great a gander: <br>This is thy globe -- here toujours gai <br>Thy motto still, though, well-a-day, <br>Sarum be popp'd in schedule A. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Summer, Summer, Summer Hill, <br>Fain would I gaze and linger still; <br>But see the moon her silver lamp <br>Uprears, the grass is getting damp. <br>And hark! the curfew's parting knell <br>Is toll'd by Doctor Knox's bell! <br>I go to join my wife and daughters, <br>Drinking these nasty-flavoured waters. <br>O Summer Hill! I must repine, <br>Thou art not, never will be mine <br>-- I have not even got the wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Harris+Barham">Richard Harris Barham</a><div class=q>
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I'd order in a pipe of wine, 
And ask a dozen friends to dine. 
In faith, I would not spare the guineas, 
But send for Pag and other ninies, 
Flutes, hautboys, fiddles, pipes, and tabors, 
Hussars with moustaches..."></div>
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