This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ... that Give me green fat As for your Poets with their groves of myrtles 120 And billing turtles, Give me, for poetry, them Turtles there, A-billing in a bill of fare ' 'Of all the things I ever swallow--Good, well-dressed turtle beats them hollow--It almost makes me wish, I vow, To have two stomachs, like a cow ' And lo as with the cud, an inward thrill Upheaved his waistcoat and disturb'd his frill, His mouth was oozing and he work'd his jaw--130 'I almost think that I could eat one raw ' And thus, as ' inward love breeds outward talk, ' The portly pair continued to discourse; And then--as Gray describes of life's divorce--With 'longing lingering look' prepared to walk, --Having thro' one delighted sense at least, Enjoy'd a sort of Barmecidal feast, . And with prophetic gestures, strange to see, Forestall'd the civic Banquet yet to be, Its callipash and callipee 140 A pleasant prospect--but alack Scarcely each Alderman had turn'd his back, When seizing on the moment so propitious, And having learn'd that they were so delicious To bite and sup, From praises so high-flown and injudicious, --And nothing could be more pernicious The Turtles fell to work, and ate each other up MORAL Never, from folly or urbanity, Praise people thus profusely to their faces, 150 Till quite in love with their own graces, They're eaten up by vanity EPIGRAM Three traitors, Oxford--Francis--Bean, Have missed their wicked aim; And may all shots against the Queen, In future do the same: For why, I mean no turn of wit, But seriously insist That if Her Majesty were hit No one would be so miss'd. MISCELLANEOUS UNCOLLECTED POEMS (1821-1845) TO HOPE O Take, young Seraph, take thy harp, And play to me so cheerily; For grief is dark, and care is sharp, And life wears on so wearily. O ta...