On Moore's Last Operatic Farce, or Farcical Opera
GOOD plays are scarce,So Moore writes farce:The poet's fame grows brittle--We knew beforeThat Little's Moore,But now't is Moore that's little.
R.C. DALLAS.
YES! wisdom shines in all his mien,Which would so captivate, I ween,Wisdom's own goddess Pallas;That she'd discard her fav'rite owl,And take for pet a brother fowl,Sagacious R.C. Dallas.
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