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CHIVALRY AT A DISCOUNT.
Des traditions etrangeres
En parlent sans obscurité.
Lily! I've made a sketch to shew
How all the world will alter
As painted by Sir Walter:
And, heaven be praised they ’re over! “When brains were out, the man would die,”
A swain may now recover!
Yet, Lily! Love has still his darts,
And Beauty still her glances;
Instead of broken lances!
But in a simple letter,
Your stalwart chiefs, and men of might,
Though fine poetic sketches, Contrasted with a modern knight,
Were sad unpolished wretches :
Or breathe a bold defiance;
And “writing ” quite a science!
Our heroes still wear spur on heel,
And falchion, cap, and feather ; But for your “surcoats " made of steel,
And “ doublets” made of leather -
How very incommodious !
'T was positively odious! ,
v. A warrior wasted half his life
In wild crusades to Mecca,
Like Jacob for Rebecca !
At Tunis or Aleppo,
A yellow fright, like Beppo !