LXXI.

Alas! I must leave undescribed the gibier,

The salmi, the consommé, the purée,

All which I use to make my rhymes run glibber

Than could roast beef in our rough John Bull way:

I must not introduce even a spare rib here,

"Bubble and squeak" would spoil my liquid lay:

But I have dined, and must forego, alas!

The chaste description even of a "bécasse;"

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