The Portland gazette. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1818-1824, 1822-01-01
ORIGINAL POETRY.
Tae Carriers ADDRESS to the patrons Of The
PORTLAND GAZETTE,


TO eighteen bunGrei twenty one
lie babe good bye; then onward few
W lth eighteen hundred twenty two.
Has not the CarrieT,U would ask
Patrons and friends )periormd MS task,
Well thro the year , lie brought you news
Weekly, to instruct, inform, amuse;
Reheals d the things, that time unioded,
The monsters, which ambition moulded,
Substantial good-bright Fancy's bubbles,
And foreign and domestic troubles
The death OF monarchs-change of power
The rise and tail OF kingS-and Hour
Inc league OF trienQs-the strife OF foes
The pirates deeds-and cattle shoes
And other things that ciaim'd attention,
But are TOO numerous now 10 mention.
Now patrons kind let's turn our eve
And lance along the year gone by
When scarce mad fled the wintry hours,
Ire Spring had hung her groves with flowers
lar 70 the east, where Naples spires
Are lighted by Vesuvius tlres,
i, las Genius strove TO raise
I he spirit Of her former days
Issued her ponpous declarations
Speeches and flaming proclanations
Loud blew the trump OF revolution,
To call her children from pollution.
Europe astonishd heard the sound
Francis, and Alexander frownd
And threats OF royal vengeance dowd
Through Nettemch and Nesselrode.
The Austrian bids his army 90,
Without delay TO cross the Pc;
And scarce drop of blood was shed,
Ere Naples bastard children fed.
Despotic forces now prevail,
And Naples star again is pale.
Still farther in the eastern cline,
Where art once reard her towers sublime,
Along the shores OF classic Greece,
The din of war succeeds 10 peace.
Ill fated Greece the Egean waves,
Too long have washd the land of slaves;
Too long thy sons hayt felt the sword
And bow d beneath a L urkish Lord
But rousd at length from long detection
Thy sons have join'd in instruction.
Wars crimson flag again's display'd-
And havoc draws his murd'rou blade
And Superstition lends her power,
10 add fresh horror TO the hour.
And Musselmen and Christians feel,
fauaticsms furious steel
And Turks their bigot fury pour,
And qucnch their hate in cinis tan gore
While on the sea the Greeks enrapturd,
The Turkish fleet have sunk or captur'd
Soon may their cannon cease to roar,
And Freedom visit Greece once more.
Genius snail then delighted rove
The vine clad hill, the olive grove
And ne'er shall Moslem power again,
Tread her lov'd soil, with step profane.
Science again shall bless her shores,
And trim anew her ancient bowers
Her sons the air of freedom breathe
Her daughters blooming chaplets weave;
And hencetorf rolling ages see
Her children virtuous, happy free
Discod still holds her noisy reign,
Der all the naughty realm of SPAN.
The priests and Dons, and Cortes great,
Have rudely rock d the ship of state,
And in such agitation kept her.
That Ferdinand scarce holds his sceptre
While with rpyOlufiOn warm
The Portuguese are hardly CAIN
The rest Of Europe's states are still
Submitting to their monarchs will.
In Britain's famous island too,
Strange things last year were brought to view,
That noble. royal. wond rous man,
Who loves his subjects and his cam
Bright model for the kings around,
Great George the fourth, last wear was crov,p'd
But who can give true narration
OF that unequard coronation
You might talk down a summers sur
And not tell half Of what was DONE
Or burn ont all your winter tapers,
To read the story in the papers.
They'll tell you of the grand parade,
And preparation that was made,
Of gold, and gems and garments fine,
Of feasts and musick, mirth and wine,
Banners, and coronets, and crowns
And gorgeous caps and spangled gowns
And arms antique, and rich perfumes,
And crimson robes and raven pumes
How Bishops, Doctors, Knights. and Squires.
And men, and boys, and virgin choirs,
And Lords. and Dukes, countless thronr.
In wild confusion rushd along,
In dresses rich and garments shabby,
To gain admission TO the Abbey.
And how toward the gazing crowd.
His kingship lookd and smil'd and how'd
And how his spotIess wife. the queen,
Assay'd to view the splendid scene
And how she thought herself abus'd,
Because admittance was refusd
How the poor Queen was mortified
Went home-and shortly after died.
Since then great George has rov'd about
To soothe his angaShed heart, no doubt.
Where summer suns forever smile
On Relena's secluded isle
That wcndrous man vino spurn'd control,
Who gave ambition all his seul,
Who in his high career Of pride,
Princes and sovereigns dashd aside.
Brought half the states Of Europe low.
And hlrd the world with blood and woe
Died and beneath a willows shade.
Last year Napoleon low was laid
Far off, beneath the southern skies.
Where Andes snowy SUBMITS rise,
Zen from La Pata's fertile shore
To where Pacific hilows roar;
Scarce does single town remain.
That owns allegiance now to Spain.
And northward by the MeXic tide.
And long the Oronoco's SIDE
The num'rous provinces have broke
From OF their necks lie Spanish yoke.
Rut let US row no longer roam.