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To The Late Lady Rouse Boughton (vignette 12) Post by :Jerry_McGough Category :Poems Author :Matilda Betham Date :August 2011 Read :2256

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To The Late Lady Rouse Boughton (vignette 12)

'Tis said, that jealous of a name
We all would praise confine,
And choke the leading path to fame
In our peculiar line.

But vainly should detraction preach
If once I made it known,
The art of pleasing thou would'st teach
Acknowledg'd for thy own.

(The end)
Matilda Betham's poem: To The Late Lady Rouse Boughton - Vignette 12

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