The Ingoldsby Legends or, Mirth and Marvels. By Thomas Ingoldsby [i.e. R. H. Barham] |
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L'Envoy.
A moral more in point I scarce could hope
Than this, from Mr. Alexander Pope.
Than this, from Mr. Alexander Pope.
If ever chance should bring some Cornet gay
And pious Maid,—as, possibly, it may,—
From Knightsbridge Barracks, and the shades serene
Of Clapham Rise, as far as Kensal Green;
O'er some pale marble when they join their heads
To kiss the falling tears each other sheds;
Oh! may they pause!—and think, in silent awe,
He, that he reads the words, “Ci gít St. Foix!”
She, that the tombstone which her eye surveys
Bears this sad line,—“Hic jacet Sœur Therese!”—
Then shall they sigh, and weep, and murmuring say,
“Oh! may we never play such tricks as they!”—
And if at such a time some Bard there be,
Some sober Bard, addicted much to tea
And sentimental song—like Ingoldsby—
If such there be—who sings and sips so well,
Let him this sad, this tender story tell!
Warn'd by the tale, the gentle pair shall boast,
“I've 'scaped the Broken Heart!”—“and I the Ghost!!
And pious Maid,—as, possibly, it may,—
From Knightsbridge Barracks, and the shades serene
Of Clapham Rise, as far as Kensal Green;
O'er some pale marble when they join their heads
To kiss the falling tears each other sheds;
Oh! may they pause!—and think, in silent awe,
He, that he reads the words, “Ci gít St. Foix!”
She, that the tombstone which her eye surveys
Bears this sad line,—“Hic jacet Sœur Therese!”—
Then shall they sigh, and weep, and murmuring say,
“Oh! may we never play such tricks as they!”—
And if at such a time some Bard there be,
Some sober Bard, addicted much to tea
And sentimental song—like Ingoldsby—
If such there be—who sings and sips so well,
Let him this sad, this tender story tell!
Warn'd by the tale, the gentle pair shall boast,
“I've 'scaped the Broken Heart!”—“and I the Ghost!!
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