Irene: a poem, in six cantos: miscellaneous poems

XXXI.

	And as upon the muster-ground he dash'd,
	Ruling his fiery steed with master's hand,
	Envy herself her teeth had vainly gnash'd,
	Nor hop'd against his merit's praise to stand.
	The elder knights who bore the chief command
	Surpris'd behold how well his rein he guides,
	And e'en the warlike monarch of the land,
	Twisting his long mustachios to both sides,
	Exclaims with haughty glance, "How well that coxcomb rides!"

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Courtesy of University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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Title: Irene, a Poem, in Six Cantos
By:  Northampton, Margaret Clephane Compton, d. 1830, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
Contributing Institution: University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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