![]() ![]() Perhaps some virtuous blushes-let them go-Īnd for the fame you would engross below, Your bays may hide the baldness of your brows. ![]() You're shabby fellows-true-but poets still, You have your salary was't for that you wrought?Īnd Wordsworth has his place in the Excise. Since gold alone should not have been its price. Which makes me wish you'd change your lakes for Ocean.VIįor all the glory your conversion brought, Of one another's minds, at last have grown You-Gentlemen! by dint of long seclusionĪt Keswick, and, through still continu'd fusion Has given a sample from the vasty versionĪnd may appear so when the dog-star rages. (I think the quarto holds five hundred pages), Gasping on deck, because you soar too high, Bob,Īnd fall, for lack of moisture quite a-dry, Bob!IVĪnd Wordsworth, in a rather long "Excursion" I wish he would explain his Explanation.III Or Regent, who admires such kind of food Īnd Coleridge, too, has lately taken wing,īut like a hawk encumber'd with his hood, (This old song and new simile holds good), "Which pye being open'd they began to sing" Like "four and twenty Blackbirds in a pye II With all the Lakers, in and out of place? Last-yours has lately been a common case Īnd now, my Epic Renegade! what are ye at? Bob Southey! You're a poet-Poet-laureate,Īlthough 'tis true that you turn'd out a Tory at ![]()
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