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I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense, and my evening meal,
The sweets of Hasty-Pudding. Come, dear bowl,
Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.

— Joel Barlow The Hasty-Pudding (1793)

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Thy name is Hasty-Pudding! thus our sires
Were wont to greet thee fuming from the fires.

The Hasty-Pudding (1793)

Strong in thy strength I bend no suppliant knee,
Invoke no miracle, no Muse but thee.

The Columbiad (1807)

The hour is come, the world's unclosing eyes
Discern with rapture where its wisdom lies;
From western heav'ns th' inverted Orient springs,
The morn of man, the dreadful night of kings.

The Conspiracy of Kings (1792)

Till one confederate, condependent sway
Spread with the sun and bound the walks of day,
One centred system, one all-ruling soul
Live thro the parts and regulate the whole.

The Columbiad (1807)

While these broad views thy better thoughts compose
To spurn the malice of insulting foes;
And all the joys descending ages gain,
Repay thy labors and remove thy pain.

The Columbiad (1807)

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