Versicles, by Lord Byron

Lord Byron

Versicles

I Read the 'Christabel’;

Very well:

I read the Missionary’;

Pretty - very

I tried at Ilderim ;

Ahem!

I read a sheet of 'Marg’ret of Anjou’;

Can you?

I turn’d a page of Scott’s 'Waterloo’;

Pooh! pooh!

I look’d at Wordsworth’s milk-white

'Rylstone Doe’;

Hillo!

&c. &c. &c.

March 1817.

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury

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