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The Good Poet at His Worst
And thou, Dalhousie, the Great God of War,
Lieutenant-Colonel to the Earl of Mar.
ANON
The beetle loves his unpretending track,
The snail the house he carries on his back;
The far-fetched worm with pleasure would disown
The bed we give him, though of softest down.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: Liberty
Dash back that ocean with a pier,
Strow yonder mountain flat,
A railway here, a tunnel there,
Mix me this zone with that.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON: Meckanophilus
Winter is gone, and spring is over,
The cuckoo-flowers grow mauver and mauver.
ALFRED AUSTIN
When with staid mothers' milk and sunshine warmed
The pasture's frisky innocents bucked up.
ALFRED AUSTIN: The Human Tragedy
Poor South! Her books get fewer and fewer,
She was never much given to literature.
J. GORDON COOGLER
Napoleon hoped that all the world would fall beneath
his sway;
He failed in his ambitidn; and where is he today?
Neither the Nations of the East nor the Nations of the West
Have thought the thing Napoleon thought was to their
interest.
AN UNKNOWN LIEUTENANT-COLONEL
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