You have your lovers - dusky beaus / Not made of the poetic stuff / That sports an Apollonian nose, / And wears a sleek Byronic cuff.
Lord Soulis he sat in Hermitage Castle, And beside him Old Redcap sly; — Now, tell me, thou sprite, who are meikle of might, The death that I must die?
Now, tell me, thou sprite, who are meikle of might, The death that I must die?
[…] so that she would so shamefully fail in the last Act, in this contrivance of the nature of Man, that in stead of a Plaudite she would deserve to be hissed off the Stage.
He writes: "To my daughter Caroline, a greenbroke five-year-old, who despite the occasional need of a heavy hand gives promise of an eventual good, if spirited performance.”
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