‘When a Poet a lady offends,
Is it prose her forgiveness obtains?
And from Rogers can less make
amends
Than the humblest and sweetest of strains?
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A POETICAL REMONSTRANCE | 219 |
‘In glad expectation our board
With roses and lilies we graced;
But, alas! the Bard kept not his word—
He came not for whom they were placed.
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‘Sad and silent our toast we bespread;
At the empty chair looked we and sighed;
All insipid tea, butter and bread,
For the salt of his wit was denied.
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‘Now in wrath we acknowledge how well
He, “The Pleasures of Memory”
who drew
For mankind, from his magical shell
Gives The Pains of Forgetfulness too.
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