You see when you inther, and stand in the cinther, Where the roses, and necturns, and collyflowers blow, A hill so tremindous, it tops the top-windows Of the elegant houses of famed Pimlico. And when you 've ascinded that precipice splindid Prince Albert, of Flandthers, that Prince of Commandthers, (On whom my best blessings hereby I bestow,) With goold and vermilion has decked that Pavilion, Where the Queen may take tay in her sweet Pimlico. There's lines from John Milton the chamber all gilt on, And pictures beneath them that's shaped like a bow; I was greatly astounded to think that that Roundhead Should find an admission to famed Pimlico. O lovely's each fresco, and most picturesque O; Eastlake has the chimney, (a good one to limn he,) And nature smiles opposite, Stanfield he copies it: O'er Claude or Poussang sure 't is he that may crow; But Sir Ross's best faiture is small mini-áture He should n't paint frescoes in famed Pimlico. There's Leslie and Uwins has rather small doings; There's Dyce, as brave masther as England can show: And the flowers and the sthrawberries, sure he no dauber is, That painted the panels of famed Pimlico. In the pictures from Walther Scott, never a fault there's got, Sure the marble's as natural as thrue Scaglio; And the Chamber Pompayen is sweet to take tay in, And ait butther'd muffins in sweet Pimlico. There's landscapes by Gruner, both solar and lunar, And that's why he 's shuited to paint Pimlico. That picture of Severn's is worthy of rever'nce, O to praise this Pavilion would puzzle Quintilian, My Muse's words Is like the bird's That roosts beneath the panes there; 'Gainst them bright toiles, And cracks her silly brains there. This Palace tall, This Cristial Hall, Which Imperors might covet, Stands in High Park Like Noah's Ark, A rainbow bint above it. The towers and fanes, In other scaynes, The fame of this will undo, 'Tis here that roams, As well becomes Her dignitee and stations, Victoria Great, And houlds in state The Congress of the Nations. Her subjects pours Her kingdoms three, Attind with our allagiance. 1 Here come likewise Her bould allies, Both Asian and Europian; I seen (thank Grace!) That gave the pass, And let me see what is there). With conscious proide I stud insoide And look'd the World's Great Fair in, Until me sight Was dazzled quite, And could n't see for staring. There's holy saints. There's fountains there And crosses fair; There's water-gods with urrns: There's organs three, To play, d' ye see? "God save the Queen," by turrns. |