Is not, as some learned professors maintain,
The opulent growth of a genius’ brain;
But is sewn on with needle and thread.
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But how much more unfortunate are thoseWhere wealth declines and population grows!(1)This line is execrable; and I note it.I quote it as the faulty poet wrote it.
As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.
It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,Or lead it about with a string.The Tartar who dwells on the plains of Thibet(A desolate region of snow)Has for centuries made it a nursery pet.And surely the Tartar should know!Then tell your papa where the Yak can be got,And if he is awfully richHe…
This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all:
She rules the light with harmony, and bringsThe year’s first green upon the beeches tall.How often, where long creepers wind and fallThrough the deep woods in noonday wanderings,I’ve heard the month, when she to echo sings,I’ve heard the month make merry madrigal.How often, bosomed in the breathing strongOf mosses and young flowerets, have I lainAnd…
A face Sir Joshua might have painted! Yea:
And after all you’re painted every day.
November is that historied Emperor,
Who from his refuge high has heard the roarOf squadrons in pursuit, and now, too late,Stirrups the storm and calls the winds to war,And arms the garrison of his last heirloom,And shakes the sky to its extremest shoreWith battle against irrevocable doom.Till, driven and hurled from his strong citadels,He flies in hurrying cloud and spurs…