ABSTRACT
There are in the North of England half a dozen lakes, and as many lakepoets. (This we mention for the information of our continental readers.) These gentlemen have long since contracted a habit of conferring upon the world, from among their body, a babe and a book, at the expiration of, at most, every nine months. We have, for obvious reasons, in choosing a subject for animadversion, preferred to select a specimen from among their productions of the latter kind, and the work which now lies before us, will be consequently found, to all intents and purposes, a book, being indeed ‘a sequel to the Author’s Sonnets, dedicated to Liberty;’ and ‘therefore printed uniformly with the two volumes of his Poems, in which those Sonnets are collected, to admit of their being conveniently bound up together.’
