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IMPROMPTU, ON MR. PHILLIPS'S LENDING HIS TOWN-HOUSE TO THE AUTHOR.
This is indeed, my Friend, an age of changes!
And who can say that miracles have ceas'd?
When at his Publisher's the Poet ranges
O'er a fair mansion—surely they've increas'd!
And who can say that miracles have ceas'd?
When at his Publisher's the Poet ranges
O'er a fair mansion—surely they've increas'd!
A mansion too, so goodly and so fine,
And large enough, though there were poets twenty;
And then so bravely furnished, all the Nine,
And Graces Three, to boot, would find room plenty!
And large enough, though there were poets twenty;
And then so bravely furnished, all the Nine,
And Graces Three, to boot, would find room plenty!
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I'faith, my Friend, so well am I appointed,
Cook, Cellar, Kitchen, Parlour—all my own!
My Brother Bards will think me your anointed:
A vain Usurper of King Philip's Throne.
Cook, Cellar, Kitchen, Parlour—all my own!
My Brother Bards will think me your anointed:
A vain Usurper of King Philip's Throne.
Yet is your house less spacious than your heart;
And if you'll give me a warm corner there,
With your whole mansion freely will I part,
And quit my envied throne for one more fair.
And if you'll give me a warm corner there,
With your whole mansion freely will I part,
And quit my envied throne for one more fair.
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