On Lord Thurlow'S Poems.[30]

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WHEN Thurlow this damned nonsense sent, (I hope I am not violent) Nor men nor gods knew what he meant.

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And since not even our Rogers' praise To common sense his thoughts could raise-- Why would they let him print his lays?

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To me, divine Apollo, grant--O! Hermilda's first and second canto, I'm fitting up a new portmanteau;

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And thus to furnish decent lining, My own and others' bays I'm twining,-- So, gentle Thurlow, throw me thine in.

June 2, 1813. [First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, i. 396.]