But Lord!—so little have I felt,
I’m sure my heart is ossifying!
THE POACHER.
A SERIOUS BALLAD.
But a bold pheasantry, their country’s pride,
When once destroyed can never be supplied.
GOLDSMITH.
BILL BLOSSOM was a nice young man,
And drove the Bury coach;
But bad companions were his bane,
And egg’d him on to poach.