The Works of John Hookham Frere In Verse and Prose Now First Collected with a Prefatory Memoir by his Nephews W. E. and Sir Bartle Frere |
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The Works of John Hookham Frere In Verse and Prose | ||
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In a frail bark across the seas you come,
Poor Clearistus, to my poorer home!
Yet shall your needy vessel be supplied
With what the Gods in clemency provide:
And if a friend be with you, bring him here!
With a fair welcome to my simple cheer.
I am not yet a niggard, nor by stealth
Dissemble the poor remnant of my wealth:
Still shall you find a hospitable board,
And share in common what my means afford.
Poor Clearistus, to my poorer home!
Yet shall your needy vessel be supplied
With what the Gods in clemency provide:
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With a fair welcome to my simple cheer.
I am not yet a niggard, nor by stealth
Dissemble the poor remnant of my wealth:
Still shall you find a hospitable board,
And share in common what my means afford.
Then, should enquirers ask my present state,
You may reply,—my ruin has been great:
Yet, with my means reduc'd, a ruin'd man,
I live contented on a humbler plan:
Unable now to welcome every guest—
But greeting glad and freely, though distress'd,
Hereditary friends—of all the best.
You may reply,—my ruin has been great:
Yet, with my means reduc'd, a ruin'd man,
I live contented on a humbler plan:
Unable now to welcome every guest—
But greeting glad and freely, though distress'd,
Hereditary friends—of all the best.
The Works of John Hookham Frere In Verse and Prose | ||