The poetical works of Leigh Hunt Now finally collected, revised by himself, and edited by his son, Thornton Hunt. With illustrations by Corbould |
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 | The poetical works of Leigh Hunt |  |
“A bargain! a bargain!” cried old Sir Guy,
With a stone at his heart, and the land in his eye;
“Your hand to the bargain, my dear old friend:
My ‘old’ did I call thee? My world without end.
I'll bustle her straight; and to keep all close,
You shall carry her with you, ere creature knows,
Save Rob, and Sir Rafe, and a few beside,
For guests and for guards to the travelling bride;
And so, ere the chattering court come down,
Wed her at home in your own snug town.”
With a stone at his heart, and the land in his eye;
“Your hand to the bargain, my dear old friend:
My ‘old’ did I call thee? My world without end.
I'll bustle her straight; and to keep all close,
You shall carry her with you, ere creature knows,
Save Rob, and Sir Rafe, and a few beside,
For guests and for guards to the travelling bride;
And so, ere the chattering court come down,
Wed her at home in your own snug town.”
| The poetical works of Leigh Hunt | |