And close into her face, with rhyming clack, She falls, she faints! while laughter peels LXXXVIII. "Jostling my way I gain'd the stairs, and ran So far so well, For we have prov'd the Mago never fell The sequel of this day, though labour 'tis immense! ADDITIONAL "NONSENSE VERSES." ON OXFORD. I. THE Gothic looks solemn, The plain Doric column Shaded o'er by a larch Stands next door to Wilson the Hosier. 2. Vicè that is, by turns, O'er pale faces mourns The black tassell'd trencher and common hat; The Chantry boy sings, The Steeple-bell rings, And as for the Chancellor-dominat. 3. There are plenty of trees, And plenty of ease, And plenty of fat deer for Parsons; And when it is venison, Short is the benison, Then each on a leg or thigh fastens. SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLDS'S CAT. CAT! who has[t] pass'd thy grand clima[c]teric, Thy gentle mew-and tell me all thy frays In youth thou enter'dst on glass bottled wall. Ан! A GALLOWAY SONG. AH! ken ye what I met the day Out oure the Mountains A coming down by craggi[e]s grey An mossie fountains A[h] goud hair'd Marie yeve I pray Ane minute's guessing For that I met upon the way Is past expressing. As I stood where a rocky brig A torrent crosses I spied upon a misty rig A troup o' Horses 5 10 |