1 Ever musing I delight to tread
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy,
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna:
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side;
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen,
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it;
Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean, A gallant commander the victim is seen.
Dedicated to a fellow poet who once claimed that Jane Austen existed within me
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford;
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head,
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise!
This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made--
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy,
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna:
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side;
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen,
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it;
Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean, A gallant commander the victim is seen.
Dedicated to a fellow poet who once claimed that Jane Austen existed within me
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford;
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head,
When Winchester races first took their beginning It is said the good people forgot their old Saint
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise!
This little bag I hope will prove To be not vainly made--