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автор **Lizzie Bennet** Вс Апр 25, 2010 5:33 am

Jane Austen. On Reading in the Newspapers the Marriage of Mr. Gell to Miss Gill, of Eastbourne

At Eastbourne Mr. Gell, From being perfectly well,
Became dreadfully ill, For love of Miss Gill.
So he said with some sighs, I’m the slave of your iis;
Oh, restore, if you please, By accepting my ees.

Mock Panegyric on a Young Friend
In measured verse I’ll now rehearse
The charms of lovely Anna:
And, first, her mind is unconfined
Like any vast savannah.

Ontario’s lake may fitly speak
Her fancy’s ample bound:
Its circuit may, on strict survey
Five hundred miles be found.

Her wit descends on foes and friends
Like famed Niagara’s fall;
And travellers gaze in wild amaze,
And listen, one and all.

Her judgment sound, thick, black, profound,
Like transatlantic groves,
Dispenses aid, and friendly shade
To all that in it roves.

If thus her mind to be defined
America exhausts,
And all that’s grand in that great land
In similes it costs —

Oh how can I her person try
To image and portray?
How paint the face, the form how trace,
In which those virtues lay?

Another world must be unfurled,
Another language known,
Ere tongue or sound can publish round
Her charms of flesh and bone.

The `young friend’ was apparently her niece Anna, daughter of her eldest brother James.