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442 What do they mean by it? I swear I only wish they had her. 'Tis true that she has lovely locks, That on her shoulders fall; What would they say to see the box In which she keeps them all? Her taper fingers, it is true, 'Twere difficult to match: What would they say if they but knew How terribly they scratch? TEMPERANCE SONG. PUNCH. AIR--FRIEND OF MY SOUL. Friend of my soul, this water sip, Its strength you need not fear; Tis not so luscious as egg-flip, Nor half so strong as beer. Like Jenkins when he writes, It can not touch the mind; Unlike what he indites, No nausea leaves behind. LINES ADDRESSED TO ** **** ***** ON THE 29TH Of SEPTEMBER WHEN WE PARTED FOR THE LAST TIME. PUNCH. I have watch'd thee with rapture, and dwelt on thy charms, As link'd in Love's fetters we wander'd each day; And each night I have sought a new life in thy arms,
443 And sigh'd that our union could last not for aye. But thy life now depends on a frail silken thread, Which I even by kindness may cruelly sever, And I look to the moment of parting with dread, For I feel that in parting I lose thee forever. Sole being that cherish'd my poor troubled heart! Thou know'st all its secrets--each joy and each grief; And in sharing them all thou did'st ever impart To its sorrows a gentle and soothing relief. The last of a long and affectionate race, As thy days are declining I love thee the more, For I feel that thy loss I can never replace-- That thy death will but leave me to weep and deplore. Unchanged, thou shalt live in the mem'ry of years, I can not--I will not--forget what thou wert! While the thoughts of thy love as they call forth my tears, In fancy will wash thee once more--MY LAST SHIRT. GRUB-STREET. MADNESS. PUNCH. There is a madness of the heart, not head-- That in some bosoms wages endless war; There is a throe when other pangs are dead, That shakes the system to its utmost core. There is a tear more scalding than the brine That streams from out the fountain of the eye, And like the lava leaves a scorched line, As in its fiery course it rusheth by. What is that madness? Is it envy, hate, Or jealousy more cruel than the grave,
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1 James Parton The Humourous Poetry
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3 them claim to a place in a collec
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5 NARRATIVE. Take thy Old Cloak abo
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7 The Yankee Volunteer Thackeray Co
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9 The Last Appendix to Yankee Doodl
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11 Smatterers Bad Writers The Opini
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13 To a Liar Mendax The Bad Wife Th
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15 The Amende Honorable The Czar Ba
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17 On the Moon On Ink On a Circle O
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19 TO CHLOE. AN APOLOGY FOR GOING I
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21 Now turnest--on the table making
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23 WRITTEN WHEN THE AUTHOR WAS GRIE
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25 Those eyes have taught the lover
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27 Profusely scattered, lodges in i
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29 Scent to match thy rich perfume
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31 And the suburbs of thy graces; A
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33 Who the deuce can harbor there?"
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35 When you swear that you'll love
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37 Where are they all, so sweet, so
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39 'Twould tempt the dying anchorit
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41 A few coats, waistcoats, and sma
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43 Ay, here stands the Poplar, so t
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45 In short, whatever panegyrics li
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47 Lo there what mixed conditions r
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49 Twelve years ago I was a boy, A
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51 Had turned our parish topsy-turv
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53 And share the widow's homelier p
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55 If chairs have but feeling in ho
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57 Marbles or tops are games of tru
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59 And China Bloom at best is sorry
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61 Of "good society" the golden key
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63 Chip hat without flower or feath
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65 There was no answer, and I took
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67 OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. I wrote s
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69 While thus he was strolling arou
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71 Who'll steal some morning to her
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73 Wee have brought them up to wome
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75 But if you will give me but thre
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77 The king he laughed, and swore b
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79 A flower there is, that shineth
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81 Sir knight, now I'm your betters
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83 The neighboring woods and lawns
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85 No Welchman knew, or lov'd it be
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87 And with such ease began the hai
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89 ECONOMY. PETER PINDAR. Economy's
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91 He shall paint ME--I am determin
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93 Reader, If e'er thy bosom felt a
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95 "But, brother sinner, pray expla
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97 Nature perhaps herself had cast
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99 And, doubtful what, with prudent
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101 Disputants often after hot deba
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103 Their names, little friends, I
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105 "Mother," said he, "I am glad y
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107 The heads saw their way to the
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109 So, with all honors that might
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111 Most dutiful of wives, Saint He
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113 So great would be the supply. A
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115 The Hakim Ibrahim INSTANTER bro
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117 (Thus did old Fatima bespeak he
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119 (Ere liberal Fashion damn'd bot
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121 Were there nae SPEERINGS of our
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123 Another wise Solomon cries, as
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125 I did not go to Jericho--I went
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127 And when you go to Margate next
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129 For sometimes from the ale-hous
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131 He sinks beneath the unexpected
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133 His gooseberry orbs seem'd as t
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135 I'll mark the spot, and come ag
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137 And she mixes a stiff glass of
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139 Wish to receive a snug party to
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141 "MURDER!! "WHEREAS, a dead gent
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143 Till, as Alderman Curtis told A
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145 MORAL. Now, you grave married P
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147 And she smiled on the Knight, W
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149 Quoth the lady, "Dear sir, no a
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151 As though his abruptness, in "p
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153 Be this as it may, He, I'm sorr
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155 The billows and water-nymphs ro
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157 And amusing himself with his pi
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159 Who depones to her tones, And h
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161 It is not like Talking, It is n
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163 Miss Davis look'd up, Miss Davi
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165 He would carry, and fetch, and
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167 Promulgates his notion Of being
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169 But, Reader, I scorn it--the fa
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171 "O Lord," he thought, "what pai
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173 Was smoking away when they ente
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175 'Tis strange the French prove,
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177 And he lick'd Blogg's hands, an
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179 Had not made Blogg perspire Hal
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181 She had been, in her day A Firs
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183 And,--what was more her fate th
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185 He summoned his physicians To w
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187 "Your grace knows best," the la
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189 And wind that's wondrous sound.
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191 "But thou shalt not be loser, T
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193 Meanwhile a load of guineas ten
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195 I'll cry ye patron-saints of Li
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197 DOUBLE LIGHTS THROW DOUBLE SHAD
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199 Of markets, churches, and of co
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201 I for this conduct had what I d
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203 They would not learn, nor could
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205 When I talk and you are heedles
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207 And could not let a dunce alone
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209 Too zealous for the nation's go
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211 And every virtuous man his brot
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213 Clouds keep the stoutest mortal
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215 In garden-silks, brocades, and
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217 THE RAZOR SELLER. PETER PINDAR.
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219 Particularly in a storm, Where,
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221 Whenever Monsieur Ketch applied
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223 Knows naught of smile, and nod,
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225 I do affirm it, Mister Jay, ind
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227 This little anecdote doth plain
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229 Like lightning dost thou fly, w
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231 That thou a pair of horns hadst
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233 The rich, the proud, the potent
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235 Though dropped her jaw, her lip
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237 For God's sake gently tread the
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239 As for the tender-conscienced j
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241 The youths would search the bos
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243 Fed upon straw--straw it may ea
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245 Then shifting his side (as a la
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247 * * * * * May be thou lets this
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249 Look something to your credit;
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251 Thence mystic knots mak great a
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253 From his brimstone bed at break
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255 For I myself sate like a Cormor
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257 Many irons, my sire, have we in
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259 And the other when he heard it
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261 And if seeking an illicit conne
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263 Where, after hours in wrangling
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265 Thanks, thanks for the hopes th
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267 And shot, from little devilish
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269 And though 'mong Thibet Tories,
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271 As all, but Frenchmen, think sh
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273 If, when of age, every man in t
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275 Of the man, who for me all this
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277 Set out with Papa, to see Louis
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279 To see Montmorency--that place
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281 And--such a mistake as no morta
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283 This letter, however, dear DOLL
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285 Oppress the toilet and obscure
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287 Should here be compelled to gro
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289 And what see I there?-- In a ru
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291 And never saw Dick's long-tail'
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293 But lo! my rhyme's begun to fai
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295 But what is your opinion, Mrs.
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297 Why, zounds! what raised so Pro
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299 No solemn sanctimonious face I
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301 Like the magnetic needle to the
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303 In riding with a friend to Pond
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305 None of that griffinish excess
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307 A Bird of Paradise?--a pretty s
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309 Why shun, as worthless of affil
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311 He doesn't give no milk--but he
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313 For he quickly laid them flat w
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315 _I_ never had a decent coat-- _
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317 You're his friend--for that he
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319 I lauded Persian roses, Coined
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321 And when she danced--oh, heaven
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323 Our love was like most other lo
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325 And so it is with all The warri
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327 CANTO THE SECOND. MATRIMONY. No
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329 THE LOBSTERS. [Footnote: Appear
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331 Let other swains, upon the best
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333 "My friend," the tourist said,
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335 Art thou alone, thou serpent, o
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337 Some taken up with mesmerism, o
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339 Because a stingy Company for ha
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341 Miserable sinners! Let us be up
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343 Vultures to borrow more. Live a
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345 And Cousin Germans have survive
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347 Thy wretched infant turns his h
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349 Sets all the room a-blaze, Don'
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351 How nations should be ruled, Fr
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353 Whene'er we steam it to Blackwa
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355 By thee upborne, I draw Miltoni
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357 Drew Heliconian streams, ungrat
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359 Drive hence the rude and barbar
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361 Or Sylvia, comely black, with j
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363 So when Amphion bade the lyre T
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365 Having through all the village
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367 The ballads, pasted on the wall
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369 And goes with folks to show the
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371 Dead cats, and turnip-tops, com
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373 Sees swords and bayonets withou
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375 Determined nothing should be do
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377 Look on the humbler sons of ear
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379 "What's this! hae, hae? what's
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381 Here was the king, like hounds
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383 But, Whitbread, what's o'clock,
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385 He thanked however his most gra
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387 "Is this an action, Peter, this
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389 Tuscan and French are in my hea
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Page 469 and 470: 469 Hover a cabstand. Whereby if we
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Page 473 and 474: 473 Of Beignets there's none like t
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Page 491 and 492: 491 The feasts at Albert Gate was g
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493 The bushy Squirrel with his hal
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495 What color they will wake!-- Th
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497 Reader, I have sung my song! Th
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499 Or in vernacular JACKASSES? 'Ti
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501 To be Doctored! Salts! Senna an
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503 Although a man of elegant acqui
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505 The sum had ris'n to two-and-tw
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507 Revealed the book was forged--f
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509 Know then that I have burnt my
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511 Must we our steeds or chariots
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513 Touching your respectiful beave
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515 Very nearly ohopp'd his toes of
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517 Come, sit upon my knee, And lis
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519 He will pass beside the stream,
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521 Novels three-volumed I shall wr
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523 Dost thou remember, when with s
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525 Who would pay a tailor's bill?
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527 Shall hail the soldier's Empero
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529 II. TARQUIN AND THE AUGUR. Ging
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531 That is like padding to earth's
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533 Intending, the rascally son of
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535 And hold 'em there as fast as b
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537 Hardy, thy brain is valiant, 't
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539 Hypocrisy will serve as well To
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541 And leaves the true ones in the
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543 GOOD WRITING. As 'tis a greater
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545 To make up one great tyranny; A
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547 They tread on stars, and talk w
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549 What a frail thing is beauty! s
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551 EPIGRAMS OF ALEXANDER POPE. ON
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553 His window scrawled by every ra
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555 But what was very choice and ra
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557 "A slave to crowds, scorch'd wi
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559 "Had Cain been Scot, God would
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561 The Holy Scripture says, "All f
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563 In SIMILE if I may shine agen-
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565 ON JOHN DOVE INNKEEPER OF MAUCH
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567 And HALF the town cried, "What
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569 Were you fix'd on one's funeral
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571 In Clon, the town of monks and
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573 That from under one hood you la
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575 TO MISS ----- With woman's form
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577 Though so oft she has snapp'd a
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579 Death, weary of so dull a write
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581 Why thus with woe and care rent
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583 EPIGRAMS OF BARHAM. ON THE WIND
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585 Then mix and DErange them in gr
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587 EPIGRAMS BY W. SAVAGE LANDOR ON
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589 INQUEST--NOT EXTRAORDINARY. Gre
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591 By turnpike roads when mortals
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593 "Take Chitty!" replied his lega
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595 MAMMA He's but in his thirty-si
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597 A glass of wine amazingly--enli
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599 Has an acute eye; No lass so fi
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601 Knows he that never took a pinc
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603 IV. He took so much of Lundy-fo
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605 Lean as a rake, with sighs and
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607 REMINISCENCES OP A SENTIMENTALI
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609 Were all crying--I think it was
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611 He soon was off his legs! And t
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613 When their erose a cirkimstance
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615 O, a weary day was that For Jac
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617 Mrs. Roney's best linning gownd
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619 You're so like my Sister Sally,
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621 Like a true and galliant feller
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623 The ancient towers of Trim; And
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625 His hinterview was done. So let
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627 Never, never back again did tha
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629 Thou wondthrous youth, What sth
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631 There's fountains there And cro
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633 Did I compose From May time to
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635 "Bless railroads everywhere," I
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637 'em; How dreffle slick he reele
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639 An' there's another thing I kno
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641 O' chances ez to ware they'll s
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643 I du believe in Freedom's cause
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645 I du believe in bein' this Or t
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647 IL vaiL I sue, I oLly wiL FroB
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649 The man as lectured, now, WAS d
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651 AN INVITATION TO THE ZOOLOGICAL
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653 A "SWELL'S" HOMAGE TO MRS. STOW
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655 In detail at last the pwopaty i
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657 My fare!--wot, that! Yer knocks
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659 Bumptuous [19] Colin quickly sa
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661 21. "Come down," disburse; also
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663 crank, the Chapling comes into
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665 Change hands, ma'am; Celere--ru
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667 Then loses one, then gets two m
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669 What will raise your admiration
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671 To slit my tongue and make me s
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673 Every brother else reposes. If
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675 ON A CORKSCREW. Though I, alas!
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677 One of us you'll find in jet. T
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679 took in every thing like a pawn
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681 and his coadjutors did a real s
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683 syllables the most intractable,
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685 strange fate to flash all at on
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687 DEVREAUX, S. H.--An American sc
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689 LESSING, GOTTHOLD EPHRAIM--The
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691 manuscript copy--but it was har
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693 and his fellow-students and int
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695 merited) the significant honor
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697 double-page cut, entitled "Mr.
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699 vanity of our own, but to encou
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701 Salad," and an epigram, we have
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703 the ancient or modern school, h
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