, because it tells me what you won't—that you are going to beat Lucien. At least tell me how far you have proceeded. Do you think me less interested about your works, or less sincere than our friend Ruggiero? I am not—and never was. In
thing of mine, the
English Bards
, at the time when I was angry with all the world, I never "disparaged your parts," although I did not know you personally;—and have always regretted that you don't give us an
entire
work, and not sprinkle yourself in detached pieces—beautiful, I allow, and quite
alone
in our language, but still giving us a right to expect a
Shah Nameh