I hasten to lay down my pen parody-sical;
In truth these stanzas concluding with somewhat
’Bout “birth” and “death,” which things I can’t come
I’ve only one word, and that’s to crave pardon,
These sweet pretty verses that I’ve been so hard on.
From The Individual. Cambridge, January 31, 1837.
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A Dream (Anti-cipated).
(After Kingsley.)
Three Antis[24] went groaning out into the east—