Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон)

A Triolet

Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
Commend me to the triolet. 
It makes bad writers somewhat worse: 
Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
That fall beneath a reader’s curse, 
It is the feeblest jingle yet. 
Of all the sickly forms of verse, 
Commend me to the triolet.

1. The Ballad of That P.N.
2. The Man Who Was Away
3. Sunrise on the Coast
4. The Fitzroy Blacksmith
5. A Bush Lawyer

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