That much we fear, as an official Ring,
We ne’er shall look upon its like again.
Truth, November 11, 1886.
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Parnell-egy
Written in a Westminster Palace-yard.
The clock-tow’r tolls the bell of coming day,
The Saxon herd departs ere stroke of three,
The cabman homeward whips his wheel-y way,
And leaves the “Yard” to Denning, and to me.
Now fade the gibbering Tories on the sight,