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Twas at the silent midnight hour | When virtue sleeps so sweet

DMI number:
31162
First Line:
Twas at the silent midnight hour | When virtue sleeps so sweet
Last Line:
Then laid his crutch beneath his head | And word spoke never more
Poem Genre / Form:
Alternate rhyme [abcbdefe...], Parody, and Satire
Themes:
Politics
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Content/Publication
Title:
A genuine collection of the several pieces of political intelligence extraordinary, epigrams, poetry &c that have appeared before the public in detached pieces [T78643] [ecco]
Page No(s):
pp.98-100
Poem Title:
Extract from Pynsent's Ghost, a Parody on the celebrated Ballad of William and Margaret.
Attribution:
Attributed To:
Not attributed