Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ,And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy,What art can wash her guilt away ? Ihe only art her guilt to cover,To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her wring his bosom, is—to die. THE HAUNCH OF VENISON. A POETICAL ElISTLE TlJ CLAKE. Thanks, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatterNever ranged in a forest, or smoked in a platter :The haunch was a picture for painters to study—The fat was so
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . ,And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy,What art can wash her guilt away ? Ihe only art her guilt to cover,To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her wring his bosom, is—to die. THE HAUNCH OF VENISON. A POETICAL ElISTLE TlJ CLAKE. Thanks, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatterNever ranged in a forest, or smoked in a platter :The haunch was a picture for painters to study—The fat was so white, and the lean was so my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help regrettingTo spoil such a delicate pictiu-c by eating :I had thoughts in my chamber to place it in viewTo be shown to my friends as a piece of \irtu ;As in some Irish houses, where things are so-so,One gammon of bacon hangs up for a-show—iJut, for eating a rasher of what they take pride as soon think of eating the pan it is fried hold—let me pause—dont I hear you pronounceThis talc of the bacons a damnable bounce; 83 J ij ^. t^ r
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