By giving them to read in prose the filth concealed in verse!
As this poem is not a parody, it is unnecessary to give further extracts from it.
——:o:——
TO A SKYLARK.
Hail to thee, blithe spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still, and higher,