A Pack of Hypocrites

WHERE are the days that we have seen, When Phœbus shone fu’ bright, man, Days when fu’ merry we have been, When every one had right man; Now gloomy clouds do overshade, And spread wide over a’, man, Ill boding comets blaze o’er head, O whirry whigs awa’, man. Now ill appears with face fu’ […]

Cromwell, Lincoln, and Virginia

Cromwell, Lincoln and Virginia. When Oliver Cromwell was installed Protector of England, the Commonwealth of Virginia refused to acknowledge his authority. The English Commonwealth was then at the height of its power, and, at its head, one who was admirably described by Bossuet as “a man of an incredible depth of thought; as profound a […]

The White King’s Chastened Soul

CHARLES I. AN OLD HARPER’S TALE. The tide of time hath swept the land, and the blight of blackened grain Lies withered, and ungarnered, that encumbered England’s plain; The sowers cast the seeds of death, and reaped with blood-stained sword, That day they sent the white king’s soul to meet their Judge and Lord. I knew him in his youth, my Lords! and loved his winsome ways, The scholars’ or the artists’ taste for quiet and restful days; I said ‘Tis well for England’s […]

That Vice Runs Much in a Bloud

Reasons against the Restoration of Argyll Confiscated  Property.1 Some reasons why Archibald Campbell, sometime Lord Lorn, ought not to be restored to the honour or estate of his late father, Archibald, sometime Marquess of Argyle (“Argyll”):— BECAUSE it hath been alwaies held very dangerous, both for the interest of the Prince and peace of the people, […]

Alwaies Pray for the Happy Restauration of Our King

Therefore on the whole matter we Conclude: We are resolved to Continue our allegiance to our most Gratious King, yet as long as his gratious favour permits us, we will peaceably (as formerly) trade with Londoners and all other nations in Amity with our Soveraigne: Protect all foraigne Merchants with our utmost force from injury in the rivers; […]

To Hell or Connaught

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the curlews cry Or seen the raven black as night Upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather And hear the westwind cry To know that’s where the rapparee must die Since Cromwell pushed us westward To live our lowly lives There’s some of us […]