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A Review in Rhyme
A little of Horace, a little of Prior,
A sketch of a milkmaid, a lay of the squire—
These, these are ‘on draught’ ‘At the Sign of the Lyre!’
A sketch of a milkmaid, a lay of the squire—
These, these are ‘on draught’ ‘At the Sign of the Lyre!’
A child in blue ribbons that sings to herself,
A talk of the books on the Sheraton shelf,
A sword of the Stuarts, a wig of the Guelph,
A talk of the books on the Sheraton shelf,
A sword of the Stuarts, a wig of the Guelph,
A lai, a pantoum, a ballade, a rondeau,
A pastel by Greuze, and a sketch by Moreau,
And the chimes of the rhymes that sing sweet as they go;
A pastel by Greuze, and a sketch by Moreau,
And the chimes of the rhymes that sing sweet as they go;
A fan, and a folio, a ringlet, a glove,
'Neath a dance by Laguerre on the ceiling above,
And a dream of the days when the bard was in love;
'Neath a dance by Laguerre on the ceiling above,
And a dream of the days when the bard was in love;
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A scent of dead roses, a glance at a pun,
A toss of old powder, a glint of the sun,
They meet in the volume that Dobson has done.
A toss of old powder, a glint of the sun,
They meet in the volume that Dobson has done.
If there's more that the heart of a man can desire,
He may search in his Swinburne, for fury and fire;
If he's wise—he'll alight ‘At the Sign of the Lyre!’
He may search in his Swinburne, for fury and fire;
If he's wise—he'll alight ‘At the Sign of the Lyre!’
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