And not a name of any name to catch!
To meet thy Criticism walking home
Averse from rows, and never calling "Watch!"
VI.
Rich is thy page in soporific things,—
Composing compositions,—lulling men,—
Faded old posies of unburied rings,—
Confessions dozing from an opiate pen:—
VII.
Lives of Right Reverends that have never liv'd,—