DEDICATION CANTO THE FIRST CANTO THE SECOND. CANTO THE THIRD. CANTO THE FOURTH. CANTO THE FIFTH. CANTO THE SIXTH. CANTO THE SEVENTH. CANTO THE EIGHTH. CANTO THE NINTH. CANTO THE TENTH. CANTO THE ELEVENTH. CANTO THE TWELFTH. CANTO THE THIRTEENTH. CANTO THE FOURTEENTH. CANTO THE FIFTEENTH. CANTO THE SIXTEENTH. CANTO THE SEVENTEENTH. Bob Southey! You’re a poet, poet laureate, And representative of all the race. Although ’tis true that you turned out a Tory at Last, yours has lately been a common case. And now my epic renegade, what are ye at With all the lakers, in and out of place? A nest of tuneful persons, to my eye Like four and twenty blackbirds in a pye,…
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