Living
I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson
From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)
Living
I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson,
Come and share my haunch of venison.
I have too a bin of claret,
Good, but better when you share it.
Tho' 'tis only a small bin,
There's a stock of it within.
And as sure as I'm a rhymer,
Half a butt of Rudesheimer.
Come; among the sons of men is one
Welcomer than Alfred Tennyson?
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Landor, Walter Savage. “I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/562/.
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