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    BLUE-STOCKING OR THE FEAST OF THE BY LEI...

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    127—I. D

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    Blue-Stocking Or The Feast Of The By Lei...

    BLUE-STOCKING OR THE FEAST OF THE BY LEIGH HUNT INSCRIBED TO A REVELS VIOLETS . M . D

    Blue-Stocking Or The Feast Of The By Lei...

    Canto I . —The Host and his Lo ! I , who in verse flowing smooth ( " Modest youth ! " ) once recorded a Preparations as the wine dinner divine ,

    And _shew'd the great god of the sun , enterta i n i n g With wit and crack * d walnuts the poets then reigning ; Now sing , in a dance fitter still for the crupper Whose wings bore me thither , a more divine supper ; For that was of man , though of Phoebus ; but this is Of Phoebus , and woman , and blue-stocking blisses .

    Hear , Anna , true woman , _Phoebean all o ' er , With heart in thy bosom enough f or a score ; Turn your bright eyes awhile from some thoughtfuller page , And e ' en f rom t h e l ov 'd one , still lovely in age , And hear how the blue-footed charmers were blest , Where you , had it pleased you , had rank _' d with the best .

    I shouldn ' t , h o w ever , t h us use th e wor d Blue To express what the god will here christen anew ; But confine it as he does , and strike up the praise Of Violet , queen of these truer blue days ; Happy Violet , name with no poison that rankles , Nor brings a wrong stain upon sweet , knowing ankles ! But this will be shewn , as my story proceeds ; And may Womanhood's bosom rise soft , as she reads .

    It h _$ 3 often been wonder _ed , where Phoebus betakes him _, Till Morn , with the scent of her roses , awakes him ; ( 1 ) The « Feast of the Poets . "

    127—I. D

    127—I . D

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 1, 1837, page 33, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/mrp_01071837/page/31/