English poem
Xxix
by Charles Lamb
"Then take a blessing, my darling Son," Quoth she, and kiss'd him civil-- Then his neckcloth she tied; and when he was drest From top to toe in his Sunday's best, He appear'd a comely devil.
Versos English Charles Lamb Xxix
English poem
by Charles Lamb
"Then take a blessing, my darling Son," Quoth she, and kiss'd him civil-- Then his neckcloth she tied; and when he was drest From top to toe in his Sunday's best, He appear'd a comely devil.