COCKNEY SONNETS. I listen'd! and the sound became more clear, Adown the creaking stairs. At length I found 73 The room whence did proceed the piteous sound. By Heaven! 'twas where my aged mother slept!!! Oh God! oh God! oh God!-I burst the door in! And there I found her-fast asleep and snoring. No. IV. WRITTEN BY A GENTLEMAN ON BEING REQUESTED TO WRITE A SONNET IN A LADY'S ALBUM. Write in your album !-Well! What shall I do? Courage, my pen! courage!-see! here are eight. Thank Heaven! and this line will make up ten. |