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636 A chap could clear right out from there ef 't only looked like rainin'. An' th' Cunnles, tu, could kiver up their shappoes with bandanners, An' send the insines skootin' to the bar-room with their banners, (Fear o' gittin' on 'em spotted), an' a feller could cry quarter Ef he fired away his ramrod arter tu much rum an' water. Recollect wut fun we hed, you 'n I an' Ezry Hollis, Up there to Waltham plain last fall, ahavin' the Cornwallis? [Footnote: i halt the Site of a feller with a muskit as I do plze But their is fun to a Cornwallis I ain't agoin to deny it.--H.B.]This sort o' thing aint JEST like thet--I wish thet I wuz furder- [Footnote: he means Not quite so fur i guess.--H.B.]Nimepunce a day fer killin' folks comes kind o' low fer murder (Wy I've worked out to slarterin' some for Deacon Cephas Billins, An' in the hardest times there wuz I ollers tetched ten shillins), There's sutthin' gits into my throat thet makes it hard to swaller, It comes so nateral to think about a hempen collar; It's glory--but, in spite o' all my tryin to git callous, I feel a kind o' in a cart, aridin' to the gallus. But when it comes to BEIN' killed--I tell ye I felt streaked The fust time ever I found out wy baggonets wuz peaked, Here's how it wuz: I started out to go to a fandango, The sentinul he ups an' sez, "Thet's furder 'an you can go" "None o' your sarse," sez I; sez he, "Stan' back!" "Aint you a buster. Sez I, "I'm up to all thet air, I guess I've ben to muster; I know wy sentinuls air sot; you aint agoin' to eat us; Caleb haint to monopoly to court the seenoreetas; My folks to hum air full ez good ez hisn be, by golly!" An' so ez I wuz goin' by, not thinkin'; wut would folly, The everlatin' cus he stuck his one-pronged pitchfork in me An' made a hole right thru my close ez ef I wuz an in'my. Wal, it beats all how big I felt hoorawin' in ole Funnel Wen Mister Bolles he gin the sword to our Leftenant Cunnle (It's Mister Secondary Bolles,* thet writ the prize peace essay, *[Footnote: the ignerant creeter means Sekketary; but he ollers stuck to his books like cobbler's wax to an ile-stone.--H. B.] Thet's wy he didn't list himself along o' us, I dessay), An' Rantoul, tu, talked pooty loud, but dont' put HIS foot in it, Coz human life's so sacred thet he's principled agin'it-- Though I myself can't rightly see it's any wus achokin' on 'em Than puttin' bullets thru their lights, or with a bagnet pokin' on
637 'em; How dreffle slick he reeled it off (like Blitz at our lyceum Ahaulin' ribbins from his chops so quick you skeercely see 'em), About the Anglo-Saxon race (an' saxons would be handy To do the buryin' down here upon the Rio Grandy), About our patriotic pas an' our star-spangled banner, Our country's bird alookin' on an' singin' out hosanner, An' how he (Mister B himself) wuz happy fer Ameriky-- I felt, ez sister Patience sez, a leetle mite histericky. I felt, I swon, ez though it wuz a dreffle kind o' privilege Atrampin' round thru Boston streets among the gutter's drivelage; I act'lly thought it wuz a treat to hear a little drummin, An' it did bonyfidy seem millanyum wuz acomin' Wen all on us got suits (darned like them wore in the state prison) An' every feller felt ez though all Mexico wuz hisn. [Footnote: It must be aloud that thare's a streak o' nater in lovin' sho, but it sartinly is of the curusest things in nater to see a rispecktable dri goods dealer (deekon off a chutch mayby) a riggin' himself out in the Weigh they du and struttin' round in the Reign aspilin' his trowsis and makin' wet goods of himself. E fany thin's foolisher and moor dicklus than militerry gloary it is milishy gloary.--H. B] This 'ere's about the meanest place a skunk could wal diskiver (Saltillo's Mexican, I b'lieve, fer wut we call Saltriver). The sort o' trash a feller gits to eat doos beat all nater, I'd give a year's pay fer a smell o' one good bluenose tater; The country here thet Mister Bolles declared to be so charmin' Throughout is swarmin' with the most alarmin' kind o' varmin'. He talked about delishis froots, but then it wuz a wopper all, The holl on't 's mud an' prickly pears, with here an' there a chapparal; You see a feller peekin' out, an', fust you know, a lariat Is round your throat en' you a copse, 'fore you can say, "Wut air ye at?" [Footnote: these fellers are verry proppilly called Rank Heroes, and the more tha kill the ranker and more Herowick tha bekum.--H. B.] You never see sech darned gret bugs (it may not be irrelevant To say I've seen a SCARABAEUS PILULARIUS big ez a year old elephant), [Footnote: It wuz "tumblebug" as he Writ it, but the parson put the Latten instid. I sed tother maid better meeter, but he said tha was eddykated peepl to Boston and tha wouldn't stan' it no how. Idnow as
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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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391 "I should be glad to drink your
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393 This dungeon that I'm rotting i
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395 Some have denied a soul! THEY N
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397 THE POET EXPATIATES ON THE BEAU
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399 Or let me meet OLD TIME upon hi
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401 The chaise in which poor brothe
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403 Joy to thee, Drury! to myself I
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405 Indeed, indeed, I'm very, very
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407 What various swains our motley
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409 [A BURLESQUE OF SIR WALTER SCOT
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411 To distant fields the blaze was
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413 For, rallying but to fall again
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415 Balmy zephyrs, lightly flitting
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417 And do you ask me, "What is LIF
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419 Into the eye-and then-the FIGHT
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421 Shared in thy boundless sympath
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423 His shadow o'er his brow, and s
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425 'Neath the counterpane just as
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427 Their alma mater not in town; T
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429 On Croker Mountains), to the U-
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431 Thou imp of mirth and joy! In L
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433 Two such nights and I shall die
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435 And split like endive in some h
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437 Doth punning Peake not sit upon
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439 As Rolla he. And as that Innoce
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441 Her sweet and severe To be ever
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443 And sigh'd that our union could
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445 Stiff are the warrior's muscles
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447 A BALLAD OF BEDLAM. PUNCH. O, l
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449 O help me to more gravy still,
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451 Say, BESSY dearest, if you will
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453 On the deck of a steamer; She s
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455 When all from town have gone, I
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457 Another time--years since the l
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459 By YANKEE DOODLE, too, you're b
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461 And nothing found--some busines
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463 JONES. Oh! nothing. I was only
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465 SCENE.--A Barber's Shop. Barber
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467 [Another pause ensues, during w
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469 Hover a cabstand. Whereby if we
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471 But on a hot dish let it rest,
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473 Of Beignets there's none like t
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475 Mutton chops, and onion slice,
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477 And let them stand and settle f
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479 Take from the cellar of salt a
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481 The soup from the fire I move.
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483 For your jug of Barley Water ('
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485 Set all to rights again. I give
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487 The youngest of our three Will
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489 At Dedmanton his loving wife, O
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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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Page 617 and 618: 617 Mrs. Roney's best linning gownd
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Page 657 and 658: 657 My fare!--wot, that! Yer knocks
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Page 673 and 674: 673 Every brother else reposes. If
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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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