I search and search for them in vain.”
Brown—
“What! reproduce a scene so gross?
Why they, of course, are safe across!”
“Zounds!” cries his patron, with a frown,
“You’ve ‘done’ the job, and ‘done’ me,—Brown!”
This praise to Tennyson we give;
His ‘poem’s’ a splendid—negative.
No doubt it has much latent worth,
Else he would not have put it forth;