Paradise plumes for the parodied lay:—
Ladder of fame! if man can't reach thy top, he
Is right to sing just as high up as he may;
I'd be a Parody, made by a puppy,
Who makes of such parodies two pair a day!
Sharpe's Magazine.
Paradise plumes for the parodied lay:—
Ladder of fame! if man can't reach thy top, he
Is right to sing just as high up as he may;
I'd be a Parody, made by a puppy,
Who makes of such parodies two pair a day!
Sharpe's Magazine.