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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VERSE I </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> In a famed town of Caledonia's land, <br> A prosperous port contiguous to the strand, <br> A monarch feasted in right royal state; <br> But care still dogs the pleasures of the Great,<br> And well his faithful servants could surmise <br> From his distracted looks and broken sighs <br> That though the purple bowl was circling free,<br> His mind was prey to black perplexity. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> At last, while others thoughtless joys invoke, <br> Fierce from his breast the laboured utterance broke; <br> "Alas!" he cried, "and what to me the gain <br> Though I am king of all this fair domain, <br> Though Ceres minister her plenteous hoard, <br> And Bacchus with his bounty crowns my board, <br> If Neptune still, reluctant to obey, <br> Neglects my sceptre and denies my sway? <br> On a far mission must my vessels urge <br> Their course impetuous o'er the boiling surge; <br> But who shall guide them with a dextrous hand, <br> And bring them safely to that distant land? <br> Whose skill shall dare the perils of the deep, <br> And beard the Sea-god in his stormy keep? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>VERSE II </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> He spake: and straightway, rising from his side <br> An ancient senator, of reverend pride, <br> Unsealed his lips, and uttered from his soul <br> Great store of flatulence and rigmarole; <br> -- All fled the Court, which shades of night invest, <br> And Pope and Gay and Prior told the rest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Raleigh">Sir Walter Raleigh</a></strong></div>

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