Poems (1828) by Thomas Gent
page 60 of 136 (44%)
page 60 of 136 (44%)
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I---- H---- P----, ESQ. Dear P----, while Painters, Poets, Sages, Inscribe this volume's votive pages With partial friendship: why invite The tribute of a luckless wight Unknown--by wisdom or by wit Indulged with no certificate? Perchance, as in a diadem Glittering with many a radiant gem, Some mean metallic foil is placed Judicious, by the hand of taste; You seek, amidst the sons of fame, To set an undistinguish'd name? If so--that name is freely lent, A pebble to your gems--T. GENT. RETALIATION. Love, Cupid, Gallantry, whate'er We call that elf, seen every where, Half frolicsome, half _ennuyeuse_, Had chanced a country walk to choose; When sudden, sweet and bright as May, Young Beauty tripp'd across his way.-- |
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