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QUESTION IV.
“Pray,” ask'd a fourth, at Phillot's stand,—
The tumbler smoking in her hand,—
“When all his Spirits are on wing,
Have you heard Elliston yet sing
His Song of Frolic, or of Gloom?—
I'm speaking of him in a room—
By turns such pathos, humour, glee—
He's sure the Soul of Pleasantry!”
The tumbler smoking in her hand,—
“When all his Spirits are on wing,
Have you heard Elliston yet sing
His Song of Frolic, or of Gloom?—
I'm speaking of him in a room—
By turns such pathos, humour, glee—
He's sure the Soul of Pleasantry!”
If dear Variety be sweet,
He needs must prove a constant treat,
Who can so variously excel;—
Does all things, and yet does them well.
He needs must prove a constant treat,
Who can so variously excel;—
Does all things, and yet does them well.
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