The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes |
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XXXIV. CUPBOARD
O'Donoghue came to the hermit's cell;
He climbed the ladder, he pulled the bell;
“I have ridden,” said he, with the Saint to dine
On his richest meat, and his reddest wine.”
He climbed the ladder, he pulled the bell;
“I have ridden,” said he, with the Saint to dine
On his richest meat, and his reddest wine.”
The Hermit hasted my First to fill
With water from the limpid rill;
And “Drink,” quoth he, “of the juice, brave Knight,
Which breeds no fever, and prompts no fight.”
With water from the limpid rill;
And “Drink,” quoth he, “of the juice, brave Knight,
Which breeds no fever, and prompts no fight.”
The Hermit hasted my Second to spread
With stalks of lettuce and crusts of bread;
And “Taste,” quoth he, “of the cates, fair guest,
Which bring no surfeit, and break no rest.”
With stalks of lettuce and crusts of bread;
And “Taste,” quoth he, “of the cates, fair guest,
Which bring no surfeit, and break no rest.”
Hasty and hungry the Chief explored
My Whole with the point of his ready sword,
And found, as yielded the latch and lock,
A pasty of game and a flagon of hock.
My Whole with the point of his ready sword,
And found, as yielded the latch and lock,
A pasty of game and a flagon of hock.
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