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I[86] feel! the growing down descends, Like goose-skin, to my fingers’ ends— Each nail becomes a feather: My cropp’d head[87] waves with sudden plumes, Which erst (like Bedford’s, or his groom’s) Unpowder’d, braved the weather.[88]
Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin: Comprising the Celebrated Political and Satirical Poems, of the Rt. Hons. G. Canning, John Hookham Frere, W. Pitt, the Marquis Wellesley, G. Ellis, W. Gifford, the Earl of Carlisle, and Others.
I[86] feel! the growing down descends, Like goose-skin, to my fingers’ ends— Each nail becomes a feather: My cropp’d head[87] waves with sudden plumes, Which erst (like Bedford’s, or his groom’s) Unpowder’d, braved the weather.[88]