With such a lot my heart would be in clover A NOCTURNAL SKETCH. A NEW STYLE OF BLANK VERSE. EVEN is come; and from the dark Park, hark, Anon Night comes, and with her wings brings things Such as, with his poetic tongue, Young sung; Who, hasting to her nightly jobs, robs fobs. And while they're going, whisper low, "No go!" Now puss, while folks are in their beds, treads leads, And sleepers waking, grumble-"Drat that cat! " Who in the gutter caterwauls, squalls, mauls Now Bulls of Bashan, of a prize size, rise And his, from Reverend Mr. Rice, twice, thrice: DOMESTIC ASIDES; OR, TRUTH IN PARENTHESES. "I REALLY take it very kind, I have not seen you such an age (The wretch has come to dinner!) "Your daughters, too, what loves of girls What heads for painters' easels! Come here and kiss the infant, dears, (And give it p'r'aps the measles !) "Your charming boys I see are home "Twas very kind to bring them both, (What boots for my new Brussels!) "What! little Clara left at home? "And Mr. S., I hope he's well, He never now drops in to sup, — "Come, take a seat- I long to hear You're come of course to spend the day!— "What! must you go? next time I hope Nay I shall see you down the stairs "Good-bye! good-bye! remember all, EPIGRAMS. COMPOSED ON READING A DIARY LATELY PUBLISHED. THAT flesh is grass is now as clear as day, To any but the merest purblind pup, Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay, My Lady Bury comes and rakes it up. THE LAST WISH. WHEN I resign this world so briary, And be interred without a BURY-ing! THE poor dear dead have been laid out in vain, Turned into cash, they are laid out again! THE DEVIL'S ALBUM. It will seem an odd whim As the Devil to take a delight in ; But by common renown He has come up to town, On a handsomer book Of a flame-colour silk is the binding, Where through flow'ret and herb, The old Serpent goes brilliantly winding! |