Poem by Thomas Hood

On a Certain Equestrian Statue at the Royal Exchange

Whoever has looked upon Wellington’s breast, 
Knows well that he’s not so full in the chest; 
But the sculptor, to humour the Londoners partial, 
Has turn’d the lean Duke to a plump City Marshal. 

1. The Boy at the Nore
2. The Departure of Summer
3. Ballad (She's up and gone, the graceless girl)
4. To My Daughter on Her Birthday
5. To Fancy

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