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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 | Peter Faultless to his brother Simon |  |
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None but a loveless critic, old and dry,Would blame this young word, passion-borne; for I
By it allude to sweet Miss Butterfly,
The film-capp'd damsel, with the sun-beam shawl,
Master Moth's sweetheart.—Bless me, how I scrawl!
When half asleep, one scarce can write at all.
Line running into line—see, Simon, see!
“Out of all plumb!” and triplets—can it be?
Three hideous triplets in a row? Lord—three!
| Peter Faultless to his brother Simon | |