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George Gordon Byron - On Lord Thurlow`s Poems
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When Thurlow this damn`d nonsense sent
(I hope I am not violent),
Nor men nor gods knew what he meant.
 
And since not even our Rogers` praise
To common sense his thoughts could raise--
 Why would they let him print his lays`
 
To me, divine Apollo, grant--O!
Hermilda s first and second canto,
I`m fitting up a new portmanteau;
 
And thus to furnish decent lining,
My own and others` bays I`m twining,--
So, gentle Thurlow, throw me thine in.
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