Poem by Horace Smith

The Curate to His Slippers

Take, oh take those boots away,
That so nearly are outworn;
And those shoes remove, I pray--
Pumps that but induce the corn!
But my slippers bring again,
Bring again;
Works of love, but worked in vain,
Worked in vain! 

1. Written in the Porch of Binstead Church, Isle of Wight
2. Address to the Orange-tree at Versailles
3. At the Tavern
4. Effusion by a Cigar Smoker
5. Campbell’s Funeral

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