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JEUX D'ESPRIT AND MINOR POEMS, 1798-1824.

3.

It saw the "light in ninety-eight,"
Sweet babe of one and twenty years![1]
And then he gives it to the nation
And deems himself of Shakespeare's peers!


4.

He gives the perfect work to light!
Will Wordsworth, if I might advise,
Content you with the praise you get
From Sir George Beaumont, Baronet,
And with your place in the Excise!

Ravinna, March 22, 1820.
[First published, Paradies, etc., collected ... by Walter
Hamilton, 1888, p. 105.]


ON MY WEDDING-DAY.

Here's a happy New Year! but with reason
I beg you'll permit me to say—
Wish me many returns of the Season,
But as few as you please of the Day[2]

January 2, 1820.
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 294.]


EPITAPH FOR WILLIAM PITT.

With Death doomed to grapple,
Beneath this cold slab, he
Who lied in the Chapel
Now lies in the Abbey.

January 2, 1820.
[First published, Letters and Journals, 1830, ii. 295.]

  1. [The missing line may be, "To permanently fill a station," see Preface to Peter Bell.]
  2. [Medwin (Conversations, 1824, p. 156) prints an alternative—

    "You may wish me returns of the season,
    Let us, prithee, have none of the day!"]