That scares those noble patriots who’re in heaven
When smiles a Queen, or whensoe’er they feel
The snug and genial warmth of feathered nests.
George Mallinson.
To Lord Tennyson.
Two bridal loves make laugh of “You you’s” song,
Which else, with all its gush and hollow praise,
Were utter blankness—one, the German Prince
Who settles ’neath his mother’s Castle roof,