Upon my Life Sir Nevis I am pique'd
That I have so far panted tugg'd and reek'd
To do an honour to your old bald pate
And now am sitting on you just to bate,
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The moment then - for then will Red Crag rub His flinty back - and I shall kiss and snub And press my dainty morsel to my breast. Great moment. Great poet.
Talking to a mountain and it's even better when it's a two way conversation.
Wonderful narrative poem. The dialogue between the lady and her mount are exquisitely warm and cheering. How she mounts him! And he quakes! Who will not! ! And the concluding words-comment by the poet- is the icing on the cake.