 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
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TO SYDNEY HALL, ESQ.
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Mr. Planché having been requested by Mr. Hall to sit for his picture of the ceremony of the marriage of the Princess Louise to the Marquis of Lorne, lent his tabard, &c., to him; and on their not being returned as soon as he expected, wrote the following lines to him:—
I sent you all, I could no more,
Though poor the loan may be;
My tabard, chain, and three or four
Bad photographs of me.
Though poor the loan may be;
My tabard, chain, and three or four
Bad photographs of me.
You promised full three weeks ago
You'd soon return the lot;
I only ask you “Did you so?”
For here at least they're not.
You'd soon return the lot;
I only ask you “Did you so?”
For here at least they're not.
My chain! my collar of “Esses,”
Of silver every link;
My choler rises, I confesses,
When of its loss I think.
Of silver every link;
My choler rises, I confesses,
When of its loss I think.
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My tabard! that so oft has been
The envy of beholders,
When our dear Queen's own arms they've seen
Folded around my shoulders!
The envy of beholders,
When our dear Queen's own arms they've seen
Folded around my shoulders!
I'm all for Lorne! I am, indeed,
And proud to have a corner
In your tableaux! so there's no need
To make me still for Lorner.
And proud to have a corner
In your tableaux! so there's no need
To make me still for Lorner.
Of Gowers and Campbells I have known
Four noble generations;
And to the former house I own
Some special obligations.
Four noble generations;
And to the former house I own
Some special obligations.
To you, to learn it may be news,
That but for its good “Graces”
No tabard had been mine to lose,
No collar eke of Essess!
That but for its good “Graces”
No tabard had been mine to lose,
No collar eke of Essess!
Such recollections only make
Me value them the more;
Return my coat, for goodness sake,
'Twas never turned before!
Me value them the more;
Return my coat, for goodness sake,
'Twas never turned before!
Pack up my tabard and my chain,
Leave half smoked your regalia,
And glad me with the sight again
Of my paraphernalia!
Leave half smoked your regalia,
And glad me with the sight again
Of my paraphernalia!
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