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Poem
November 24, 1800
Gazette Of The United States, & Daily Advertiser
Philadelphia, Philadelphia County, Pennsylvania
What is this article about?
A satirical address to the toothache, portraying it as the worst of diseases that mocks human suffering, torments the speaker amid laughing neighbors, surpasses other woes, and reigns in hell; the poet curses a month's worth upon Scotland's enemies.
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When fevers burn, or ague freezes,
Rheumatics gnaw, or cholic squeezes,
Our neighbour's sympathy may ease us,
W' pity'ing moan;
But thee—thou hell o' a' diseases
Ay mocks our groan!
Adown my beard the slavers trickle!
I throw the wee stools o'er the mickle
As round the fire the giglets keckle,
To see me loup;
While raving mad, I wish a heckle
Were in their doup.
Of a' the mon'rous human dools,
Ill hearls, daft bargains, cutty stools,
Or worthe friends rak'd i' the mools,
Sad sight to see!
The tricks o' knaves, or fash'o' fools,
Thou bear'st the gree.
Where'er that place be priests ca' hell,
Whence a' the tones o' misery yell,
And ranked plagues their numbers tell,
In na dreidfu' raw,
Thou, Tooth-ache, surely bear'st the bell,
Amang them a'!
O, thou grim, mischief making chiel,
That gars the notes o' discord squeel,
Till daft mankind aft dance a reel
In gore a shoe thick;—
Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal
A towmond's tooth-ache!
Rheumatics gnaw, or cholic squeezes,
Our neighbour's sympathy may ease us,
W' pity'ing moan;
But thee—thou hell o' a' diseases
Ay mocks our groan!
Adown my beard the slavers trickle!
I throw the wee stools o'er the mickle
As round the fire the giglets keckle,
To see me loup;
While raving mad, I wish a heckle
Were in their doup.
Of a' the mon'rous human dools,
Ill hearls, daft bargains, cutty stools,
Or worthe friends rak'd i' the mools,
Sad sight to see!
The tricks o' knaves, or fash'o' fools,
Thou bear'st the gree.
Where'er that place be priests ca' hell,
Whence a' the tones o' misery yell,
And ranked plagues their numbers tell,
In na dreidfu' raw,
Thou, Tooth-ache, surely bear'st the bell,
Amang them a'!
O, thou grim, mischief making chiel,
That gars the notes o' discord squeel,
Till daft mankind aft dance a reel
In gore a shoe thick;—
Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal
A towmond's tooth-ache!
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Political
Patriotism
What keywords are associated?
Toothache
Pain
Scotland
Satire
Curse
Hell
Misery
Poem Details
Key Lines
Thou, Tooth Ache, Surely Bear'st The Bell, / Amang Them A'!
Gie A' The Faes O' Scotland's Weal / A Towmond's Tooth Ache!