Category: Poetry
'Twas noon, in fact old Tom[1] had just rung out The mid-day hour. The crowd that hung about The doors of that once famous hostelrie, When 'neath the fostering sway of the Dupree,[2] Had almost gaped and gazed their utmost fill, Yet linger'd there, and gaped and wonder'd still...
'Twas noon, in fact old Tom[1] had just rung out The mid-day hour. The crowd that hung about The doors of that once famous hostelrie, When 'neath the fostering sway of the Dupre...
2. PART III.'Tis pass'd, and all is silence, o'er that scene, Which of forensic eloquence has been The fit arena; where with subtle brain, Counsel have plied in nicely fitting train Their l...