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... that he looks exceeding big To the people that walk in the way ; But he shall think , when the night is still , On the stable - boy's gathering numbers , And the ghost of many a veteran bill Shall hover 14 EARLIER POEMS.
... that he looks exceeding big To the people that walk in the way ; But he shall think , when the night is still , On the stable - boy's gathering numbers , And the ghost of many a veteran bill Shall hover 14 EARLIER POEMS.
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... gather your reins , and crack your thong , And bid your steed go faster ; He does not know , as he scrambles along , That he has a fool for his master ; And hurry away on your lonely ride , Nor deign from the mire to save me ; I will ...
... gather your reins , and crack your thong , And bid your steed go faster ; He does not know , as he scrambles along , That he has a fool for his master ; And hurry away on your lonely ride , Nor deign from the mire to save me ; I will ...
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... gathered rays Had stewed the tutor's eye ; I saw a fort , the soldiers all ― Were armed with goggles green ; Pop cracked the guns ! whiz flew the balls ! Bang went the magazine ! I saw a poet dip a scroll Each moment in a tub , I read ...
... gathered rays Had stewed the tutor's eye ; I saw a fort , the soldiers all ― Were armed with goggles green ; Pop cracked the guns ! whiz flew the balls ! Bang went the magazine ! I saw a poet dip a scroll Each moment in a tub , I read ...
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Page 2 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 1 - I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.