(TO GEORGE SAINTSBURY) HERE, with little variation, Comes another 'cold collation.' Naught, indeed, the taste to tickle -- Coan lees, or roes in pickle; No comparison between a Severn lamprey and muraena; Nothing to derange the peptics Of the Scholars or the sceptics -- Only useful antiseptics! Naught for Bacchus, naught for Venus -- Nothing that Nasidienus Howsoever at a loss for Novelty, could find a sauce for; Naught, in truth, to please the palate Save the dressing of the sallet! If you care for such-like dishes, Take it -- with my best good wishes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON CHARITY IN THOUGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |