Twelve o¹clock.
Along the reaches of the street
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Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
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Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi divinum stabile
est; caetera fumus—the gondola stopped, the old
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Malheur à la malheureuse Tamise!
Tamisel Qui coule si pres du Spectateur.
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En Amerique, professeur;
En Angleterre, journaliste;
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Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute;
Mais une nuit d'été, les voici à Ravenne,
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The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
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Le garcon délabré qui n'a rien à faire
Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule:
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Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
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S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
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Thou hast committed—
Fornication: but that was in another country
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They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
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The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
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Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
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Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them--
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When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
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As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
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I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
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'A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
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Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw— For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
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Sunday: this satisfied procession
Of definite Sunday faces;
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We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
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The children who explored the brook and found
A desert island with a sandy cove
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Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope
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Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones— In fact, he's remarkably fat.
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Eyes that last I saw in tears
Through division
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I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river
Is a strong brown god—sullen, untamed and intractable,
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Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
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Growltiger was a Bravo Cat, who travelled on a barge: In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large.
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Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before,
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