The Poetical Works of Horace Smith Now First Collected. In Two Volumes |
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UNPOSSESSED POSSESSIONS.
Whose are Windsor and Hampton, the pride of the land,
With their treasures and trophies so varied and grand?
The Queen's, you reply:—
Deuce a bit! you and I
Through their gates, twice a week, making privileged way,
Tread their gilded saloons,
View their portraits, cartoons,
And, like Crusoe, are monarchs of all we survey.—
With their treasures and trophies so varied and grand?
The Queen's, you reply:—
Deuce a bit! you and I
Through their gates, twice a week, making privileged way,
Tread their gilded saloons,
View their portraits, cartoons,
And, like Crusoe, are monarchs of all we survey.—
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And whose are our Nobles' magnificent homes,
With their galleries, gardens, their statues and domes?
His Grace's? my Lord's?
Ay, in law and in words,
But in fact they are ours, for the master, poor wight!
Gladly leaving their view
To the visiting crew,
Keeps a dear exhibition for others' delight.—
With their galleries, gardens, their statues and domes?
His Grace's? my Lord's?
Ay, in law and in words,
But in fact they are ours, for the master, poor wight!
Gladly leaving their view
To the visiting crew,
Keeps a dear exhibition for others' delight.—
And whose are the stag-haunted parks, the domains,
The woods and the waters, the hills and the plains?
Yours and mine, for our eyes
Daily make them our prize:
What more have their owners?—The care and the cost!
Alas! for the great,
Whose treasures and state,
Unprized when possess'd, are regretted when lost.—
The woods and the waters, the hills and the plains?
Yours and mine, for our eyes
Daily make them our prize:
What more have their owners?—The care and the cost!
Alas! for the great,
Whose treasures and state,
Unprized when possess'd, are regretted when lost.—
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When I float on the Thames, or am whisk'd o'er the roads,
To the numerous royal and noble abodes
Whose delights I may share,
Without ownership's care,
With what pity the titled and rich I regard,
And exultingly cry,
Oh! how happy am I
To be only a poor unpatrician bard!
To the numerous royal and noble abodes
Whose delights I may share,
Without ownership's care,
With what pity the titled and rich I regard,
And exultingly cry,
Oh! how happy am I
To be only a poor unpatrician bard!
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