XXIX

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XXIX

They wish that ladies should, I hear,

Learn Russian, but the Lord defend!

I can’t conceive a little dear

With the Well-Wisher in her hand!

I ask, all ye who poets are,

Is it not true? the objects fair,

To whom ye for unnumbered crimes

Had to compose in secret rhymes,

To whom your hearts were consecrate⁠—

Did they not all the Russian tongue

With little knowledge and that wrong

In charming fashion mutilate?

Did not their lips with foreign speech

The native Russian tongue impeach?