Above him stood the Rydal bard—his face was full of
woe,
'Now there thou liest, stiff and stark, who never feared a
foe:
A braver knight, or more renowned in tourney and in
hall,
Ne'er brought the upper gallery down than terrible Fitz-
ball!'
They led our Wordsworth to the Queen—she crowned
him with the bays,
And wished him many happy years, and many quarter-
days;
And if you'd have the story told by abler lips than
mine,
You've but to call at Rydal Mount, and taste the
Laureate's wine!"
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THE ROYAL BANQUET
By the Hon. G- S- S—
The Queen she kept high festival in Winclsor's lordly
hall,
And round her sat the gartered knights, and ermined
nobles all;
There drank the valiant Wellington, there fed the wary
Peel,
And at the bottom of the board Prince Albert carved the
veal.
"What, pantler, ho! remove the cloth! Ho! cellarer,
the wine,
And bid the royal nurse bring in the hope of Brunswick's
line!"
Then rose with one tumultuous shout the band of British
peers,
"God bless her sacred Majesty! Let's see the little
dears!"