Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . ole street might oerlook him as he sat, * Leg crossing leg, one foot on the dogs a decent cribbage with his maid(Jacynth, you re sure her name was) oer the cheeseAnd fruit, three red halves of starved winter-pears,Or treat of radishes in April ! nine—Ten, struck the church clock, straight to bed went he. My father, like the man of sense he was,Would point him out to me a dozen times ; St—St, he d whisper, the Corregidor! I had been used to think that personageWas one with lacquered breeches, lustrous belt,And feathers li
Poems; with introdby Richard Garnett and illusby Byam Shaw . ole street might oerlook him as he sat, * Leg crossing leg, one foot on the dogs a decent cribbage with his maid(Jacynth, you re sure her name was) oer the cheeseAnd fruit, three red halves of starved winter-pears,Or treat of radishes in April ! nine—Ten, struck the church clock, straight to bed went he. My father, like the man of sense he was,Would point him out to me a dozen times ; St—St, he d whisper, the Corregidor! I had been used to think that personageWas one with lacquered breeches, lustrous belt,And feathers like a forest in his blew a trumpet and proclaimed the the bull-fights, gave each church its memorized the miracle in vogue!He had a great observance from us boys—I was in error ; that was not the man. I d like now, yet had haply been afraid,To have just looked, when this man came to die,And seen who lined the clean gay garrets sidesAnd stood about the neat low truckle-bed,With the heavenly manner of relieving guard. 242. I-FOVND-NOTRVTH?INONE REPORTMLEAST
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