 | Studies in verse (1865) |  |
Until his comrade, better of the twain,
Grew half impatient at his ironies,
And said in banter, “Tell me any thing
That you believe in, this perpetual blame
Is grown monotonous, try another key.”
And Edward answered with an evil smile,
Grew half impatient at his ironies,
And said in banter, “Tell me any thing
That you believe in, this perpetual blame
Is grown monotonous, try another key.”
And Edward answered with an evil smile,
| Studies in verse (1865) | |