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Poem
October 21, 1768
The New Hampshire Gazette And Historical Chronicle
Portsmouth, Greenland, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
A short satirical poem warning the American colonies of their doom under the appointment of the strict Lord Botetourt as Governor of Virginia, replacing the dismissed Sir F. Amherst, ending Conway's lenient oversight.
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OCR Quality
95%
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Full Text
On L--d B--t--t's being appointed Governor of V--g--a, in the room of Sir F. Am--t, dismissed.
Ye tremble Colonies! your time is come;
From matchless genius wait your settled doom.
No more shall Conway weave your silken chains,
Play with your bit, or trifle with your reins.
Fame sends his son to curb your flaming state;
'Tis B--t--t, and he is fix'd as fate.
Ye tremble Colonies! your time is come;
From matchless genius wait your settled doom.
No more shall Conway weave your silken chains,
Play with your bit, or trifle with your reins.
Fame sends his son to curb your flaming state;
'Tis B--t--t, and he is fix'd as fate.
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
Epigram
What themes does it cover?
Political
Liberty Independence
What keywords are associated?
Lord Botetourt
Governor Virginia
American Colonies
Political Appointment
Satirical Warning
Poem Details
Title
On L D B T T's Being Appointed Governor Of V G A, In The Room Of Sir F. Am T, Dismissed.
Subject
Appointment Of Lord Botetourt As Governor Of Virginia Replacing Sir F. Amherst
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
Ye Tremble Colonies! Your Time Is Come;
From Matchless Genius Wait Your Settled Doom.
'Tis B T T, And He Is Fix'd As Fate.