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From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale:
In stale blank verse a subject stale I send per post my Nightingale; And like an honest bard, dear Wordsworth, You'll tell me what you think, my Bird's worth. My own opinion's briefly this-- His bill he opens not amiss; And when he has sung a stave or so, His breast, & some small space below, So throbs & swells, that you might swear No vulgar music's working there. So far, so good; but then, 'od rot him! There's something falls off at his bottom. Yet, sure, no wonder it should breed, That my Bird's Tail's a tail indeed And makes it's own inglorious harmony Æolio crepitû, non carmine. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |