COCKNEY SONNETS. BY RALPH RIGMAROLE, ESQUIRE. No. I. A gallant knight came pricking o'er the plain, 'Eclad in scarlet and in silver sheen, Of portly bearing and of noble mien Fashioned in warlike guise. A goodly train, His will and wishes to his valiant band, But-Sergeant Simkins of the 8th Dragoons! 68 COCKNEY SONNET. No. II. A heavenly creature stood before my eyes, A being fashioned not as mortals are, But wild in her attire, as if some star And down her back the shining tresses hung, With light fantastic toe she tripped along, But-Miss Scraggs, dancer at the "Queen's Theatre." No. III. It was the dead of night—and all was hush'd, In fitful gusts came whistling wildly past, Broke indistinctly on my affrighted ear. |