Poetical works of the late F. Sayers to which have been prefixed the connected disquisitions on the rise and progress of English poetry, and on English metres, and also some biographic particulars of the author, supplied by W. Taylor |
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SONNET, 1803.
(In the present fashionable and truly simple style.)
ON MY GREAT UNCLE, JOSEPH WIGGINS, ESQ.
(Written at the age of eight and three quarters.)
How I did love my dear great-uncle Joe,
He was so good to me—upon his stick
He'd make me ride a horse-back—oit, gee-o!
O! he would teach me many a monkey trick.
He was so good to me—upon his stick
He'd make me ride a horse-back—oit, gee-o!
O! he would teach me many a monkey trick.
Full often would he give me half-pence bright,
And stuff my pockets too with pippins sour;
Did tart, or cake, attract my youthful sight,
Uncle would pay for all I could devour.
And stuff my pockets too with pippins sour;
Did tart, or cake, attract my youthful sight,
Uncle would pay for all I could devour.
But he is gone—and I no half-pence see;
Around the fruit-stall wistful still I go;
Nor tart, nor cake alas! is made for me—
I'll sit me down and weep for uncle Joe.
Around the fruit-stall wistful still I go;
Nor tart, nor cake alas! is made for me—
I'll sit me down and weep for uncle Joe.
But he will come not should I ever weep;
No matter—I shall cry myself to sleep.
No matter—I shall cry myself to sleep.
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