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Bart
Gary Bégin
He played lacrosse at Hobart back in the...
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'Black Bart, Po8'
Ambrose Bierce
Welcome, good friend; as you have served your term,
And found the joy of crime to be a fiction,
I hope you'll hold your present faith, stand firm
And...
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A Poetical Epistle To Sir William Bennet, Bart. of Grubbat
James Thomson
My trembling muse your honour does address,
That it's a bold attempt most humbly I confess;
If you'll encourage her young fagging flight,
She'll...
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Elegiac Stanzas On The Death Of Sir Peter Parker, Bart.
George Gordon Lord Byron
There is a tear for all that die,
A mourner o'er the humblest grave;
But nations swell the funeral cry,
And Triumph weeps above the...
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Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart.
Samuel Johnson
Thou who survey'st these walls with curious eye,
Pause at this tomb where Hanmer's ashes lie;
His various worth through varied life attend,
And learn...
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Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire
William Wordsworth
THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,
Will not unwillingly their place resign;
If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands,
Planted by...
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To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From the South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811
William Wordsworth
FAR from our home by Grasmere's quiet Lake,
From the Vale's peace which all her fields partake,
Here on the bleakest point of Cumbria's shore
We...
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Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart
William Wordsworth
PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay
Yon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape;
Nor would permit the thin smoke to escape,
Nor those...
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Farting Bart
Ansley
Weird old cousin Bart
Really liked to fart
Was such a coot
He’d always toot
And was fired...
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