1770-1827.
POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.
The Needy Knife-Grinder.
Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!
I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d—d first.
The Loves of the Triangles.
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So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
The Derby dilly, carrying three insides.