...Whitehall pour'd on with eldritch din. Loud yell'd they for Sir James the Graham : but sore afraid was be : A hardy knight were he that might face such a minstrelsie....saint, I swear, I'd rather by a thousand crowns Lord Falmcrston were here ! — " What is't ye seek, ye rebel knaves, what make you there beneath !" " The...

...seen, Since fell King Richard sobbed his soul through blood on Bosworth Green. " He 's dead, he 's dead, the Laureate's dead !" 'Twas thus the cry began,...knight were he that might face such a minstrelsie. • For thp convenience of future commentators it may he mentioned, that the • gentle Bn•lu.'h"...

...He's dead, he's dead, the Laureate's dead ! Twas thus the cry began, And straightway every garret-roof gave up its minstrel man ; From Grub Street, and from...all towards Whitehall poured on with eldritch din." Macaulay and Tom Moore ; Lord Lytton (then Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton) steps forward to justify his bewildering...

...Street, and from Houndsditch, and from Farringdon Within, The poets all towards Whitehall poured in with eldritch din. Loud yelled they for Sir James...rather by a thousand crowns Lord Palmerston were here ! ' " It is necessary, however, to confine our quotations within reasonable limits, and a few from...

...And straightway every garret roof gave up its minstrel man ; From Grub Street, and from Huundsditch, and from Farringdon Within, The poets all towards Whitehall poured on with eldritch din." Among these poets is Lord Lytton, who steps forward and says : " And oh ! what head More fit with laurel...

...dead, he 's dead, the Laureate 's dead !' 'T was thus the cry began, And straightway every garret-roof gave up its minstrel man ; From Grub Street, and from...rather by a thousand crowns Lord Palmerston were here ! — "' What is 't ye seek, ye rebel knaves — what make you there beneath ? ' ' The bays, the bays...

...dead, he 's dead, the Laureate 's dead ! ' 'T was thus the cry began, And straightway every garret-roof gave up its minstrel man; From Grub Street, and from...knight were he that might face such a minstrelsie. 1 Now by St. Giles of Netherby, my patron Saint, I swear, I'd rather by a thousand crowns Lord Palmerston...

...dead, he's dead, the Laureate's dead : 'Twas thus the cry began, And straightway every garret-roof gave up its minstrel man ; From Grub Street, and from...all towards Whitehall poured on with eldritch din. The first Lord Lytton (then Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton) thus amusingly sets forth his claim to the poetical...