Unsavoury appears
To thee, a bibber of port wine,
The luxury of tears.
XVI.
“Farewell, farewell! we grieve for thee;”
(They cast a pitying glance,)
Doctor, thou hast no sympathy
With Creatures of Romance.”
Unsavoury appears
To thee, a bibber of port wine,
The luxury of tears.
XVI.
“Farewell, farewell! we grieve for thee;”
(They cast a pitying glance,)
Doctor, thou hast no sympathy
With Creatures of Romance.”