“Forget thee? No! my worthy fere!
Forget blithe mirth and gallant cheer!
Death sooner stretch me on my bier!
Forget thee? No.
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“Forget the universal shout
When ‘canny Sunderland’ spoke out—
A truth which knaves affect to doubt—
Forget thee? No.
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SUNDERLAND—OCT. 4, 1827. | 77 |
“Forget you? No—though now-a-day
I’ve heard your knowing people say,
Disown the debt you cannot pay,
You’ll find it far the thriftiest way—
But I?—O no.
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‘Forget your kindness found for all room,
In what, though large, seem’d still a small room,
Forget my Surtees in a ball-room—
Forget you? No.
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“Forget your sprightly dumpty-diddles,
And beauty tripping to the fiddles,
Forget my lovely friends the Liddells—
Forget you? No.
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“So much for oblivion, my dear Sir C., and now, having dismounted from my Pegasus, who is rather spavined, I charge a-foot, like an old dragoon as I am,” &c. &c.