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 Gundaroo Bullock
2. With French to Kimberley
3. A Grain of Desert Sand
4. Paddy’s Letter, 1857
5. The Maori’s Wool

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