The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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Or I for you, as night and morn,
We've swearing kiss'd, and kissing sworn.
And now, my gentle hints to clear,
For once, I'll tell you truth, my dear!
Whenever you may chance to meet
A loving youth, whose love is sweet,
Long as you're false and he believes you,
Long as you trust and he deceives you,
So long the blissful bond endures;
And while he lies, his heart is yours;
But, oh! you've wholly lost the youth
The instant that he tells you truth!
THE MILLENNIUM.
SUGGESTBD BY THE LATE WORK OF THE KEVEKEND MR. IRVING
"ON PROPHECY."
THOMAS MOORE.
Millennium at hand!--I'm delighted to hear it--
As matters both public and private now go,
With multitudes round us, all starving or near it,
A good rich millennium will come A PROPOS.
Only think, Master Fred, what delight to behold,
Instead of thy bankrupt old City of Rags,
A bran-new Jerusalem, built all of gold,
Sound bullion throughout, from the roof to the flags--
A city where wine and cheap corn shall abound--
A celestial Cocaigne, on whose butterfly shelves
We may swear the best things of this world will be found,
As your saints seldom fail to take care of themselves!
Thanks, reverend expounder of raptures elysian,
Divine Squintifobus, who, placed within reach
Of two opposite worlds by a twist of your vision
Can cast, at the same time, a sly look at eaoh;--