Nicholas Amhurst

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In the County of Norfolk, that Paradise Land,
Whose Riches and Power doth all Europe command,
There stands a great House (and long may it stand)
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Crassus, the Poet's and the Villain's Tool,
Just Wise enough to think himself a Fool,
Swears that in each Lampoon he sees his Face,
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At length, Catullus, give thy Follies o'er,
Nor vainly wish lost Pleasures to restore;
Thou hast indeed been blest with golden Days,
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Since, Sir, on the Alphabet, lately 'tis grown
The Fashion to spread our Wit about Town,
My Horn--book once more I shall take into Hand,
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As from the Honeycomb one Day,
Young Cupid filch'd the Sweets away,
Intent on the felonious Wrong,
A watchful Bee his Fingers stung.
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Be not vain of your fancy'd Success I desire you,
Nor think that Lords love you, because they admire you;
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No Stone was dug from under Ground,
That Wolsey's Infamy display'd;
Nor the least Likeness can be found
Between the Living and the Dead.
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What strange Resemblance can your Fancy see
'Twixt W---'s Fame and Wolsey's Infamy?
In vain through Greece and Italy you roam,
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Young Cloe, frolicksome and gay,
Was reading, once upon a Day,
How Jove, as Ovid's Lines record
(And Ladies will take Ovid's Word)
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Let Bards with Honour old Alcides dub,
Who slew the Hydra with his Sword or--Club.
Our English Hercules is greater far;
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E'er the sixth Age the Christian Faith decreas'd,
And stubborn Errors spread o'er all the East;
The Judas Priest, debauch'd with sensual Pride
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IF He's an Author who to Paper
Sets Pen, and squeezes out some Sense;
Then He who just can cut a Caper,
A Dancing--Master may commence.
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Crassus one Evening (as 'tis oft his Doom)
Was made the publick Butt of all the Room,
Backside and foreside upon him they fall,
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Stuck upon the School Walls in OXFORD.
If Fame says true, on this auspicious Morn
A Beggar, Coward, and a Fool was born;
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Whither, oh! whither must the Christian turn?
From whom in this momentous Crisis learn?
When shall the Church from worldly Pomps be freed?
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Meanwhile at the declining Noon of Night,
When gentle Sleep had veil'd each Mortal's Sight;
With balmy Dews the smiling Pastures weep,
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While the fierce Contest rages from afar,
And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:
The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,
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Of Dames who in strict Virtue glory,
In antient or in modern Story;
The fam'd Lucretia bears the Bell,
An arrant Prude, as Authors tell;
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Churchill is dead! and in that Word is lost
The bravest Leader of the bravest Host;
A veteran Chief, that in the bloody Field
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Still unrelenting Pharaoh's Heart remain'd,
And still the Tyrant in his Bosom reign'd;
Moses in vain out--stretch'd the sacred Rod,
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Nicholas Amhurst Biography

Nicholas Amhurst (16 October 1697 – 27 April 1742) was an English poet and political writer. Amhurst was born at Marden, Kent. He was educated at the Merchant Taylors' School, and at St John's College, Oxford. In 1719 he was expelled from the university, ostensibly for his irregularities of conduct, but in reality (according to his own account) because of his whig principles. His politics were sufficiently evident in many of his works: a congratulatory epistle to Addison, in Protestant Popery; or the Convocation (1718), an attack on the opponents of Bishop Benjamin Hoadly; and in The Protestant Session by a member of the Constitution Club at Oxford (1719), addressed to James, first Earl Stanhope, and printed anonymously, but doubtless by Amhurst. He had satirized Oxford morals in Strepkon's Revenge; a Satire on the Oxford Toasts (1718), and he attacked from time to time the administration of the university and its principal members. An old Oxford custom permitted, on public occasions, some person to deliver from the rostrum a humorous, satirical speech, full of university scandal. This orator was known as 'Terræ filius'. In 1721 Amhurst produced a series of bi-weekly satirical papers under this name, which ran for seven months and incidentally provides much curious information. These publications were reprinted in 1726 in two volumes as Terræ Filius; or, the Secret History of the University of Oxford. He collected his poems in 1720, and wrote another university satire, Oculus Britanniæ, in 1724. On leaving Oxford for London he became a prominent pamphleteer on the opposition (whig) side. On the 5 December 1726 he issued the first number of The Craftsman, a weekly periodical, which he conducted under the pseudonym of Caleb D'Anvers. The paper was aimed mainly towards the overthrow of Sir Robert Walpole's government; there is some debate about its effects, with most historians agreeing it was doing little more than preaching to the converted. Nevertheless it reached a circulation of 10,000 copies and was one of the biggest magazines of its time with authors such as Henry Fielding, John Gay and Alexander Pope contributing to it. For this success Amhurst's editorship was not perhaps chiefly responsible. It was founded, and in the beginning financed, by Henry St John, 1st Viscount Bolingbroke and William Pulteney, the latter of whom was a frequent and caustic contributor. In 1737 an imaginary letter from Colley Cibber was inserted, in which he was made to suggest that many plays by Shakespeare and the older dramatists contained passages which might be regarded as seditious. He therefore desired to be appointed censor of all plays brought on the stage. This was regarded as a "suspected" libel, and a warrant was issued for the arrest of the printer. Amhurst surrendered himself instead, and suffered a short imprisonment. On the overthrow of the government in 1742 the opposition leaders did nothing for the useful editor of the Craftsman, and this neglect is said to have hastened Amhurst's death, which took place at Twickenham.)

The Best Poem Of Nicholas Amhurst

The Norfolk Lanthorn

In the County of Norfolk, that Paradise Land,
Whose Riches and Power doth all Europe command,
There stands a great House (and long may it stand)
Which nobody can deny.

And in this great House there is a great Hall;
So spacious it is and so sumptuous withal,
It excells Master Wolsey's Hampton--Court and Whitehall.
Which nobody can, &c.

To adorn this great Room, both by Day and by Night,
And convince all the World that the Deeds of Sir Knight
Stand in need of no Darkness, there hangs a great Light.
Which nobody can, &c.

A Lanthorn it is, for its Splendour renown'd,
'Tis Eleven Feet high and full Twenty Feet round,
And cost, as they say, many a fair hundred Pound.
Which nobody can, &c.

The King, Sir, (God bless him) who lives in the Verge,
Could hardly afford the exorbitant Charge
Of a Palace so fine, or a Lanthorn so large.
Which nobody can, &c.

Now let us all pray (tho' its not much in Fashion)
That this Lanthorn may spread such an Illumination,
As may glare in the Eyes of the whole British Nation.
Which nobody should deny.

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