To Lady Jersey On Being Asked To Write Something In Her Album

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Title:     To Lady Jersey On Being Asked To Write Something In Her Album
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

Written at Middleton.

Oh albums, albums, how I dread
Your everlasting scrap and scrawl!
How often wish that from the dead
Old Omar would pop forth his head,
And make a bonfire of you all!

So might I 'scape the spinster band,
The blushless blues, who, day and night,
Like duns in doorways, take their stand,
To waylay bards, with book in hand,
Crying for ever, "Write, sir, write!"

So might I shun the shame and pain,
That o'er me at this instant come,
When Beauty, seeking Wit in vain,
Knocks at the portal of my brain,
And gets, for answer, "Not at home!"

_November, 1828_.

 

ON LOOKING THROUGH HER ALBUM

No wonder bards, both high and low,
From Byron down to ***** and me,
Should seek the fame which all bestow
On him whose task is praising thee.

Let but the theme be Jersey's eyes,
At once all errors are forgiven;
As even old Sternhold still we prize,
Because, tho' dull, he sings of heaven.

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: To Lady Jersey On Being Asked To Write Something In Her Album

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