Sent with a Flower-Pot Begging a Slip of Geranium
I’ve sent my empty pot again
To beg another slip;
The last you gave, I’m grieved to tell
December’s frost did nip.
I love fair Flora and her train
But nurse her children ill;
I tend too little, or too much;
Read Poem To beg another slip;
The last you gave, I’m grieved to tell
December’s frost did nip.
I love fair Flora and her train
But nurse her children ill;
I tend too little, or too much;
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To A Lady Who Said It Was Sinful to Read Novels
To love these books, and harmless tea,
Has always been my foible,
Yet will I ne’er forgetful be
To read my Psalms and Bible.
Travels I like, and history too,
Or entertaining fiction;
Novels and plays I’d have a few,
Read Poem Has always been my foible,
Yet will I ne’er forgetful be
To read my Psalms and Bible.
Travels I like, and history too,
Or entertaining fiction;
Novels and plays I’d have a few,
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