Thursday, March 25, 2010

To Thomas Moore : Written The Evening Before His Visit To Mr. Leigh Hunt In Horsemonger Lane Gaol, May 19, 1813 Comments

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Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town,
Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,
For hang me if I know of which you may most brag,
Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Two­penny Post Bag;
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George Gordon Byron
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Dr Antony Theodore 01 August 2019

hough with cold I have nearly my death got, Must put on my breeches, and wait on the Heathcote; But to-morrow, at four, we will both play the Scurra, And you'll be Catullus, the Regent Mamurra. a fine poem. tony

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Brian Jani 10 May 2014

I like this poem, nice work George

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