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"

The Peacock and Parrot, on their Tour to Discover the Author of "The Peacock At Home"

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“To the banks of a lake, where resided the Swan.” p.25.
Our Travellers now again anxiously thought
Of the elegant Authoress, eagerly sought;
And still of each female they met, as they flew,
Impatiently ask’d, “is it you ma’am? or you?”
[p25] But vain was the question; so both hasten’d on,
To the banks of a lake, where resided the Swan;
But she was in majesty sailing away
On her silver domain, and gone out for the day.
They, therefore, proceeded to Turkey-Cock Farm,
And caus’d in the family there, some alarm:
But the Peacock his Cousin most kindly embrac’d,
And the fright of the Youngsters was shortly effac’d:
So the Parrot, with spirit, the Poem recited,
And all were, or seem’d to be, highly delighted.
But as for the Writer—alas! they as soon
Cou’d have told them the name of the Man in the Moon:
And the Turkey-Cock’s Spouse her Guests calmly entreated,
To quit the pursuit, and be quietly seated.
But all wou’d not do; so, by way of excuse,
They pleaded a visit to good Mother Goose;
[p26] Who near, on a common, en passant, they saw,
And had heard she had lately come out of the straw.
But the Goose of their tale not a word understood,
And still cackled away to her terrified brood;
While immers’d in a pond, to complete their ill luck,
Topsy-turvy appear’d, at a distance, the Duck!
What now cou’d they do? why, they both persever’d,
While the hope of succeeding their bosoms still cheer’d.
On the Woodcock they call’d; on the Partridge and Pheasant;
And, killing time thus, thought exceedingly pleasant:
Till grown somewhat weary, in order to rest,
A sandwich they took at the Guinea-Fowl’s nest.
But how shall we count all the visits they pay,
To the Raven, the Magpie, the Rook, and the Jay?
To the Finches of fashion, the Gold and the Green,
To the Blackbird, the Thrush, and the Aberdavine?
[p27] With a great many more, who were now all so busy,
To fix their attention, was not very easy.
The

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