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قراءة كتاب The Peacock and Parrot, on their Tour to Discover the Author of "The Peacock At Home"
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The Peacock and Parrot, on their Tour to Discover the Author of "The Peacock At Home"
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[p1] THE
PEACOCK AND PARROT,
ON THEIR TOUR
TO DISCOVER
THE AUTHOR OF
“THE PEACOCK AT HOME.”
ILLUSTRATED WITH ENGRAVINGS.
London:
PRINTED FOR J. HARRIS, CORNER OF ST. PAUL’S.
1816.
[p2] H. Bryer, Printer, Bridge Street, Blackfriars, London.
[p3] ADVERTISEMENT.
THE little Poem now presented to the Public, was intended for publication immediately after the appearance of the “Peacock at Home,” but from various causes, was laid aside till now. In the opinion of the Publisher, however, it is so nearly allied in point of merit to that celebrated Trifle, that he is induced, although at this late period, to print it with a few appropriate embellishments.
[p5] THE
PEACOCK, &c.
YE votaries of Fashion, who have it to boast,
That your names to posterity will not be lost;
That the last Morning Chronicle due honor paid
To the still-blooming Dowager’s gay Masquerade;
That the Minister’s Dinner has blaz’d in the Times,
That the Countess’s Gala has jingled in rhymes;
Oh! tell me, who would not endeavour to please,
And exert ev’ry nerve, for rewards such as these?
That the Peacock, delighting in noise, and good cheer,
Determin’d, for dear notoriety’s sake,
A dash in the whirlpool of Fashion to make.
A Concert and Ball, their attractions united,
To which the Beau-Monde were politely invited.
Away they all flew, it was heavenly weather,
And soon at the Peacock’s arriv’d, in full feather.
The scene was enchanting! for taste so refin’d
Had never appear’d with such splendor combin’d.
The Dance was all gaiety, frolic, and glee;
The Music transporting! the Supper exquis!
The Beaux were all prime, and the flow’r of the nation,
The Belles were all style, beauty, grace, fascination:
Good humour presided, where pleasure was law,
And the guests, more or less, all came off with eclat.
But, alas! Time has wings; and tho’ still vastly clever,
We cannot make Balls last for ever and ever,
And none, I am told, ever went lighter hearted.
“I knew,” cried Sir Argus, “my Gala would shine:
Oh! charming distinction, Oh! pleasure divine.
Yes! I too shall see myself figure away
In the records of fashion, the buz of the day;
And