And scowling like a pent-house. But your sonnet
Should have a moral, let’s to it, tooth and nail.
You’d never catch it, were you to fall on it
Without premeditation. Work like a snail
Gnawing a lotus leaf, you’re on the brink of it—
How now Sir Numbskull turn and think of it.
The above burlesque sonnet is given in Mr. John H. Ingram’s biography of “Oliver Madox Brown,” although it is doubtful whether that talented young poet was the author of it or what it means.
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Mr. Browning wrote the following elegant and luminous lines for the window in honour of Her Majesty’s Jubilee, presented by the parishioners to St. Margaret’s, Westminster:—
Fifty years’ flight! wherein should he rejoice