Songs and Lyrics By Joseph Skipsey. Collected and Revised |
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11. THE CRITICS.
I like the darling critics—like?
O, how upon their work I linger,
When they their weapons use to strike,
Not me, but some less happy singer.
O, how upon their work I linger,
When they their weapons use to strike,
Not me, but some less happy singer.
The treasure of their venom-bags
So finely on the bard's expended,
One half-forgets the little wags
Were from a scorpion-race descended!
So finely on the bard's expended,
One half-forgets the little wags
Were from a scorpion-race descended!
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