| 1800 | |
| Oh! now that the boxwood and graver were mine, Of the Poet who lives on the banks of the Tyne, Who has plied his rude tools with more fortunate toil Than Reynolds e'er brought to his canvas and oil. | MS. 1798 |
Oh! now that the boxwood and graver were mine,
Of the Poet who lives on the banks of the Tyne,
Who has plied his rude tools with more fortunate toil
Than Reynolds e'er brought to his canvas and oil.
| 1800 | |
| Then Books, and Book-learning, I'd ring out your knell, The Vicar should scarce know an A from an L. | MS. 1798. |
Then Books, and Book-learning, I'd ring out your knell,
The Vicar should scarce know an A from an L.
| 1820 | |
| Little Dan is unbreech'd, he is three birth-days old, | 1800 |