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 | The Works of Thomas Love Peacock |  |
Again a few dull lines I send,
To greet my absent silent friend—
Tho' seldom with unworthy rhyme
I thus intrude upon your time,
I take these means to prove it true
I ever shall remember you,
Tho' with regret I plainly see
That you have quite forgotten me.
To greet my absent silent friend—
Tho' seldom with unworthy rhyme
I thus intrude upon your time,
I take these means to prove it true
I ever shall remember you,
Tho' with regret I plainly see
That you have quite forgotten me.
What can this strange neglect betoken?
Will your long silence ne'er be broken?
And must I daily hope in vain
To trace your characters again?
Now in the name of all that's kind
Can you no leisure minute find,
Just half a line or so to pop in,
If nothing more than “This comes hopping”?
'Tis now the time when Turkies bleed,
And children play, and cocknies feed;
Therefore in rhyme it stands to reason,
I ought, as usual at this Season,
My wishes for your health expressing
To send you o'er the Bellman's blessing:
Thro' all the coming year, my friend,
May mirth and joy your steps attend!
May you a merry Christmas share
Untroubled by old sulky Care,
And banish far his Demons murky,
With Aldermanic pie and Turkey!
Will your long silence ne'er be broken?
And must I daily hope in vain
To trace your characters again?
Now in the name of all that's kind
Can you no leisure minute find,
Just half a line or so to pop in,
If nothing more than “This comes hopping”?
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And children play, and cocknies feed;
Therefore in rhyme it stands to reason,
I ought, as usual at this Season,
My wishes for your health expressing
To send you o'er the Bellman's blessing:
Thro' all the coming year, my friend,
May mirth and joy your steps attend!
May you a merry Christmas share
Untroubled by old sulky Care,
And banish far his Demons murky,
With Aldermanic pie and Turkey!
| The Works of Thomas Love Peacock | |