Juvenilia or, A collection of poems. Written between the ages of twelve and seventeen, by J. H. L. Hunt ... Fourth Edition |
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SONNET.
[Well, if I must, I think I might begin]
Well, if I must, I think I might begin,
But your long Sonnets are so horrid hard;
Yet soft, I've got in a poetic pin;
Wond'rous! one stave's dropp'd out this head of lard!
But your long Sonnets are so horrid hard;
Yet soft, I've got in a poetic pin;
Wond'rous! one stave's dropp'd out this head of lard!
Well, I'll be hang'd if I know what to say:
Why how! I've tumbled on another line;
O admirandum! Phœbus smiles to day;
Another! Well, now, don't ye think, I shine?
Why how! I've tumbled on another line;
O admirandum! Phœbus smiles to day;
Another! Well, now, don't ye think, I shine?
Ah! I shall faint! Poor Pegasus wont drive!
What! At the Tenth! Heav'ns, how the Muses fag!
An't I the comicallest dog alive?
How now! Twelve bits to this poetic rag!
Fire and amazement! keep it up! You'll beat 'em;
Add up, my lads! There's Fourteen, or I'll eat 'em.
What! At the Tenth! Heav'ns, how the Muses fag!
An't I the comicallest dog alive?
How now! Twelve bits to this poetic rag!
Fire and amazement! keep it up! You'll beat 'em;
Add up, my lads! There's Fourteen, or I'll eat 'em.
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