When Winchester Races
When Winchester races first took their
It is said the good people forgot their old
Not applying at all for the leave of Saint
And that William of Wykeham's approval was faint.
The races however were fixed and
The company came and the Weather was
The Lords and the Ladies were satine'd and
And nobody saw any future alarming.—But when the old Saint was informed of these
He made but one Spring from his Shrine to the
Of the Palace which now lies so sadly in
And then he addressed them all standing aloof.'Oh! subjects rebellious!
Oh Venta depraved **When once we are buried you think we are
But behold me immortal!
By vice you're
You have sinned and must suffer, ten farther he
These races and revels and dissolute
With which you're debasing a neighboring
Let them stand—You shall meet with your curse in your
Set off for your course,
I'll pursue with my rain.
Ye cannot but know my command o'er
Henceforward I'll triumph in shewing my
Shift your race as you will it shall never be
The curse upon Venta is July in showers—'.** Jane Austen wrote this poem 3 days before she died. Clearly she never lost her sense of humour. However, that left her no time for checking or revision, which is no doubt why the 4th verse reads wrongly. Most sources give the poem as above, but one corrects it like this:'Oh! subjects rebellious!
Oh Venta
When once we are buried you think we are
But behold me immortal!
By vice you're
You have sinned and must suffer' - then farther he said -It seems highly likely that this is what Jane Austen meant to write.
Morag
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