The Feast of the Poets
... ebtiiat of Me pt A feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns! As a means of clearing off the accumulations of poetical contributions and extracts which come into our possessions but which the ordinary channel (our i poet's corner) is inadequate to dispose of, we an- nounced, in February last, our intention of iving, every quarter, a selection of original and extracted ieces ...