Category Archives: Richard Harris Barham

1788 – 1845, England

To Late – Richard Harris Barham

Too late! though flowerets round me blow,  And clearing skies shine bright and fair;  Their genial warmth avails not now —  Thou art not here the beam to share.  Through many a dark and dreary day,  We journeyed on ‘midst … Continue reading

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The Two MP’S – Richard Harris Barham

MAGAZINE PUBLISHER AND MEMBER OF PARLIAMENT)  BEING A TRUE AND PARTICULAR ACCOUNT OF THE GRAND MILLING MATCH THAT DIDN’T TAKE PLACE  SAYS Tom D– to F–r  T’other morning, ‘I say, Sir,  You’ve call’d me a Roué, a Dicer, and Racer,  … Continue reading

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Poem – The Hand Of Glory,  The Nurse’s Story – Richard Harris Barham 

Malefica quaedam auguriatrix in Anglia fuit, quam demones horribiliter extraxerunt, et imponentes super equum terribilem, per aera rapuerunt; Clamoresque terribiles (ut ferunt) per quatuor ferme miliaria audiebantur.  Nuremb. Chron.  On the lone bleak moor,  At the midnight hour,  Beneath the … Continue reading

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Poem – The Cynotaph – Richard Harris Barham 

Poor Tray charmant! Poor Tray de mon Ami!  — Dog-bury, and Vergers.  Oh! where shall I bury my poor dog Tray,  Now his fleeting breath has pass’d away?  Seventeen years, I can venture to say,  Have I seen him gambol, and … Continue reading

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Poem – The Merchant Of Venice,: A Legend Of Italy – Richard Harris Barham

I believe there are few  But have heard of a Jew,  Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a ‘screw’  In money transactions as ever you knew;  An exorbitant miser, who never yet lent  A ducat at less than three hundred … Continue reading

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Poem – The Tragedy – Richard Harris Barham 

Quæque ipse miserrima vidi.– VIRGIL.  Catherine of Cleves was a Lady of rank,  She had lands and fine houses, and cash in the Bank;  She had jewels and rings,  And a thousand smart things;  Was lovely and young,  With a … Continue reading

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