An extract from Annonymous Literature — No. III
Miss Grier then cast her eye on the poetic effusion, and read a few couplets with tolerable satisfaction. Grass-green snood, berry-brown hair, choup-rose cheeks, and goshawk-eye, sparkling like the diamond on Criffle, gave no offence whatever; but when she perused these lines,
“And when thou lilts a lovely lay
My sorrows to beguile,
Thy voice, like hand-saw, charms the ear,
Harmonious as the file”
Good God! How the girl danced, and tore, and strewed Birsey Daffodil’s valenine to the winds of heaven!—
My sorrows to beguile,
Thy voice, like hand-saw, charms the ear,
Harmonious as the file”
Source
- Samuel Killigrew,
Annonymous Literature — No. III
, in The Scots Magazine, and Edinburgh Literary Miscellany, New Series, Vol. XCI, Part I, (1823), p. 198