Peter Faultless to his brother Simon tales of night, in rhyme, and other poems. By the author of Night [i.e. Ebenezer Elliott] |
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When long the drama, in a sordid age,Had droop'd, an exile; to the desert stage
Impassion'd nature, weeping as she smil'd,
Led, by the trembling hand, her darling child:
Even from the worms, upstarted buried spleen,
While Shakespeare's dust, in transport, murmur'd,—“Kean!”
Peter Faultless to his brother Simon | ||