Epigram On A Miser Who Had Built A Stately Mansion
From the Cambrian British.Of every pleasure is thy mansion void;To ruin-heaps may soon its walls decline.O heavens, that one poor fire's but employ'd,One poor fire only for thy chimneys nine!Towering white chimneys--kitchen cold and drear--Chimneys of vanity and empty show--Chimneys unwarm'd, unsoil'd...
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