An Ode To Miss Lydia
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An Ode To Miss Lydia (this is not an official title) is a vintage poem by an unknown author. It has been quoted in several books on the history of corporal punishment.
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- My charming lady, tell me why
- That blubbered face, that wat'ry eye?
- Whom lately, like a lambkin gay,
- I saw so wanton skip and play.
- Is little Beau, thy goldfinch, flown?
- Or playsome kitten sulky grown?
- Has frolic squirrel broke his chain,
- And been sad author of thy pain?
- Has saucy Tommy snatched a kiss,
- Or done still something more amiss?
- Has he through keyhole dared to spy
- Thy taper leg or wat'ry eye?
- These would not make my fair one grieve.
- Nor her of wonted smile bereave;
- Far sharper evils cause her gloom,
- A Rod has been poor Lydia's doom!
- In vain at mamma's feet she knelt,
- Not less the tingling birch she felt;
- How hard, mamma, must be thy heart
- To make that lovely skin to smart!
- Hence, baleful twigs! from hence depart,
- Curst birch, that caus'd my Lydia smart,
- May'st thou prove food for honest fire,
- And there, though late, thy stings expire!
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