Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . orner for that. Well all keep a corner, the lady cried out ; Well all keep a corner, was echoed about. While thus we resolved, and the pasty delayed, With looks that quite petrified, entered the maid ; A visage so sad, and so pale with affright, Waked Priam, in drawing his curtains by night. But we quickly found out—for who could mistake her ?— That she came with some terrible news from the baker ; And so it fell out, for that negligent sloven Had shut out th
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . orner for that. Well all keep a corner, the lady cried out ; Well all keep a corner, was echoed about. While thus we resolved, and the pasty delayed, With looks that quite petrified, entered the maid ; A visage so sad, and so pale with affright, Waked Priam, in drawing his curtains by night. But we quickly found out—for who could mistake her ?— That she came with some terrible news from the baker ; And so it fell out, for that negligent sloven Had shut out the pasty on shutting his oven. Sad Philomel thus—but let similes drop— And now that I think ont the story may stop. To be plain, my good Lord, its but labour misplaced To send such good verses to one of your taste. Youve got an odd something,—a kind of discerning— A relish, a taste, sickened over by learning— At least its your temper, as very well known, That you think very slightly of all thats your own ; So, perhaps, in your habits of thinking amiss, You may make a mistake, and think slightly of this. -STr h /^^A E^.
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