Horace Smith True Poems
- 1. An Olde Lyric
I.
Oh, saw ye my own true love, I praye,
My own true love so sweete?
... - 2. Young England
The times still "grow to something strange";
We rap and turn the tables;
We fire our guns at awful range;
We lay Atlantic cables;
... - 3. To A Scientific Friend
You say 'tis plain that poets feign,
And from the truth depart;
They write with ease what fibs they please,
With artifice, not art;
... - 4. Letter From The Town Mouse To The Country Mouse
I.
Oh for a field, my friend; oh for a field!
I ask no more
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