"How shall I be a poet?
How shall I write in rhyme?
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Daily work and pastime daily
In their order taking gaily
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"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said,
"Did you hear what I told you just now?
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HE shouts amain, he shouts again,
(Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal),
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"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
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When once I wished to drink some gin
It said "You must not quaff".
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An obstacle, that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it.
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Scorch'd by her fierce, relentless eye,
Nothingness is my destiny!
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From lips that lovingly repeat
Again, again, the message sweet!
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And Something white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom
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There is an insect that people avoid
(Whence is derived the verb 'to flee').
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WITH saddest music all day long
She soothed her secret sorrow:
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He spends the time in writing lays,
And posts them to her.
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His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A wordless voice, nor far nor near,
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And her heart, as I thought,
Was alive to my passion;
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All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
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I'll tell thee everything I can:
There's little to relate.
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I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
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There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
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Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
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The ladye she stood at her lattice high,
Wi' her doggie at her feet;
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Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
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Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
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All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
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I'll tell thee everything I can;
There's little to relate.
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" — — it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
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"'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare
'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.'
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"AND did you really walk," said I,
"On such a wretched night?
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"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?"
I said. "They should, by rights,
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"MY First - but don't suppose," he said,
"I'm setting you a riddle -
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