This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ... last, For ever feel His fond embrace, And view eternally His face; And bless the hour we rais'd our hands To Him who gave His life for man's. ON A SUMMER-HOUSE, Built On Corse-hill By J. Hawkins, Esq. Once on a time a wight was bom, A very Nimrod in the chase, Who loved the sound of hound and horn, Better ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 edition. Excerpt: ... last, For ever feel His fond embrace, And view eternally His face; And bless the hour we rais'd our hands To Him who gave His life for man's. ON A SUMMER-HOUSE, Built On Corse-hill By J. Hawkins, Esq. Once on a time a wight was bom, A very Nimrod in the chase, Who loved the sound of hound and horn, Better than park, estate, or place. But growing unable to pursue This antidote to melancholy, He rais'd a little house to view, The people call'd it Jerry's Folly. Here would he take his stand, and track Each well known covert, wood, and den, Frequented by Lord Seagrave's pack, Who hunted all the country then. Here too, sometimes, he'd take his glass, His pipe and pot prepar'd by Dolly; Thus merrily his life would pass At certain times at Jerry's Folly. But this, like other follies, spread, And soon became a favorite spot; He little thought when first his head Had plann'd it, such would be its lot. But so it was; and every one Who wish'd to spend an evening jolly, Would hie from home, and saunter on, To this same noted Jerry's Folly. Here may be seen the boy from school, The Miss (in teens), and graver maiden, Posting, the one upon a mule, The other on a donkey laden. And even older heads were seen, With hoary hairs, not one said "Nolle," Hast'ning in crowds, with simp'ring grin, To spend the day at Jerry's Folly. Yea belles and beaux of better sort, Driving along the road at random, Were known in clusters to resort, In gig, in phaeton and tandem. Here often two fond lovers stray'd, With arm in arm, like John and Molly; And, lost to all beside, delay'd Full many an hour at "Jerry's Folly," Thus old and young of each degree, To view this little Folly roam; Strange they should go so far to see, What's very plentiful at home! But so...
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