Do not enforce the tired wolf
Dragging his infected wound homeward
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-- I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying
To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small
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Twirling your blue skirts, travelling the sward
Under the towers of your seminary,
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The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction,
A green bough from Virginia's aged tree,
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Two evils, monstrous either one apart,
Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:
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The friar had said his paternosters duly
And scourged his limbs, and afterwards would have slept;
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Conrad, Conrad, aren't you old
To sit so late in your mouldy garden?
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There was such speed in her little body,
And such lightness in her footfall,
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Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime
Put on his pistols and went riding out
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Full of her long white arms and milky skin
He had a thousand times remembered sin.
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By dark severance the apparition head
Smiles from the air a capital on no
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Procne, Philomela, and Itylus,
Your names are liquid, your improbable tale
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IN dog-days plowmen quit their toil,
And frog-po
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MY good old father tucked his head,
(His face th
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BY night we looked across my field,
 
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I KNOW you are not cruel,
And you would not will
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THERE'S farmers and there's farmers,
There's man
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WHO is it beams the merriest
At killing a man, t
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HE feigned a fine indifference
To be so prodigal
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THE shine of many city streets
Confuses any coun
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WHEN hurrying home on a rainy night
And hearing
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My window looks upon a wood
That stands as tangl
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I SAT in a friendly company
And wagged my wicked
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DUMB-BELLS left, dumb-bells right,
Swing them ha
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My dear and I, we disagreed
When we had been muc
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WHAT do the old men say,
Sitting out of the sun?
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I KNOW a quite religious man
Who utters praises
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"My son," the stranger thus began,
And drew me t
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A GREAT green spread of meadow land,
(Must rest
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THE wind went cold as the day went old,
And I we
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