The Tale of Chloe, Chapter 1

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​⁠By George Meredith

‘Fair Chloe, we toasted of old,

 As the Queen of our festival meeting;

Now Chloe is lifeless and cold;

 You must go to the grave for her greeting.

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​⁠Her beauty and talents were framed

 To enkindle the proudest to win her;

Then let not the mem’ry be blamed

 Of the purest that e’er was a sinner!’

Captain Chanter’s Collection.

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​⁠A proper tenderness for the Peerage will contin