Walter Savage Landor

(30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864 / Warwick)

I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson - Poem by Walter Savage Landor

I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson,
Come and share my haunch of venison.
I have too a bin of claret,
Good, but better when you share it.
Tho' 'tis only a small bin,
There's a stock of it within.
And as sure as I'm a rhymer,
Half a butt of Rudeheimer.
Come; among the sons of men is one
Welcomer than Alfred Tennyson?


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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