To be lock'd up, till he goes by;
And so send back his Lordship marvelling,
That Ireland should be deem'd so starveling.
This cant, for instance,—how profuse 'tis
Over the classic page of E——e!
Veiling the truth in such fine phrase,
That we for poetry might take it,
Were it not dull as prose, and praise,
And endless elegance can make it.—T. MOORE.
Metropolitan.