Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and madeira,
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Ah! ken ye what I met the day Out oure the Mountains
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Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,
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'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
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There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
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Give me your patience, sister, while I frame Exact in capitals your golden name;
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When they were come into Faery's Court They rang -- no one at home -- all gone to sport
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Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell.
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APOLLO
WHICH of the fairest three
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
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There was one Mrs. Cameron of 50 years of age and the fattest woman in all Inverness-shire who got up this Mountain some few years ago -
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Young Calidore is paddling o'er the lake; His healthful spirit eager and awake
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He is to weet a melancholy carle: Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair
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Over the hill and over the dale, And over the bourn to Dawlish--
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Glory and loveliness have pass'd away; For if we wander out in early morn,
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
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O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
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There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
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Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
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Dear Reynolds, as last night I lay in bed, There came before my eyes that wonted thread
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Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast
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O! were I one of the Olympian twelve, Their godships should pass this into law,--
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Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year.
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Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home:
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Fill for me a brimming bowl
And in it let me drown my soul:
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To-night I'll have my friar -- let me think
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Mother of Hermes! and still youthful Maia! May I sing to thee
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"Under the flag Of each his faction, they to bat
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Where's the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him.
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