Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
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'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
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The time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
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Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
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"How sweetly," said the trembling maid,
Of her own gentle voice afraid,
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I've oft been told by learned friars,
That wishing and the crime are one,
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'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dar'd to own before,
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When ’midst the gay I meet
That gentle smile of thine,
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Said a Sov'reign to a Note,
In the pocket of my coat,
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Monday, March 13, 1826
The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing,
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["Now what, we ask, is become of this Sinking Fund - these eight millions of surplus above expenditure, which were to reduce the interest of the national debt b
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My banks are all furnished with rags,
So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em;
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Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree,
And tell me, what my name may be.
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'Twas grav'd on the Stone of Destiny,
In letters four, and letters three;
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Said Cotton to Corn, t'other day,
As they met and exchang'd salute--
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How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all
The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn,
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Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the ancients we know,
(Among other odd whims of those comical bodies,)
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A Donkey, whose talent for burdens was wondrous,
So much that you'd swear he rejoic'd in a load,
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"What! still those two infernal questions,
That with our meals our slumbers mix --
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Come with me, and we will blow
Lots of bubbles, as we go;
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The Ghost of Miltiades came at night,
And he stood by the bed of the Benthamite,
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Great Sultan, how wise are thy state compositions!
And oh, above all, I admire that Decree,
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Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
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Remember the Glories of Brien the Brave
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The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
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Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid:
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When he, who adores thee, has left but the name
Of his fault and his sorrows behind,
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Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes
Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies,
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Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour,
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
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Oh! think not my spirits are always as light,
And as free from a pang as they seem to you now,
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