I really take it very kind, This visit, Mrs. Skinner! I have not seen you such an age -- (The wretch has come to dinner!) "Your daughters, too, what loves of girls -- What heads for painters' easels! Come here and kiss the infant, dears, -- (And give it p'rhaps the measles!) "Your charming boys I see are home From Reverend Mr. Russel's; 'Twas very kind to bring them both, -- (What boots for my new Brussels!) "What! little Clara left at home? Well now I call that shabby: I should have lov'd to kiss her so, -- (A flabby, dabby, babby!) "And Mr. S., I hope he's well, Ah! though he lives so handy, He never now drops in to sup, -- (The better for our brandy!) "Come, take a seat -- I long to hear About Matilda's marriage; You're come, of course, to spend the day! -- (Thank Heav'n, I hear the carriage!) "What! must you go? next time I hope You'll give me longer measure; Nay -- I shall see you down the stairs -- (With most uncommon pleasure!) "Good-bye! good-bye! remember all Next time you'll take your dinners! (Now, David, mind I'm not at home In future to the Skinners!)' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO THE PO by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER TORTOISE SHELL by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE HAWTHORNE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TIME'S REVENGE by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS AN ARMOURY by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE DECEMBER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |