Chapter 1403 of 1964 · 61 words · ~1 min read

LIX.

Then there's my gentle Euphues,--who, they say,[la] Sets up for being a sort of _moral me_;[590] He'll find it rather difficult some day To turn out both, or either, it may be. Some persons think that Coleridge hath the sway; And Wordsworth has supporters, two or three; And that deep-mouthed Boeotian "Savage Landor"[591] Has taken for a swan rogue Southey's gander.