When moonlike ore the hazure seas
In soft effulgence swells,
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Aux gens atrabilaires
Pour exemple donne,
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Where the quivering lightning flings
His arrows from out the clouds,
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Tink-a-tink, tink-a-tink,
By the light of the star,
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When the moonlight's on the mountain
And the gloom is on the glen,
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Yonder to the kiosk, beside the creek,
Paddle the swift caique.
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With ganial foire
Thransfuse me loyre,
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On Brady's tower there grows a flower,
It is the loveliest flower that blows,—
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As I think of the insult that's done to this nation,
Red tears of rivinge from me fatures I wash,
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Ye pathrons of janius, Minerva and Vanius,
Who sit on Parnassus, that mountain of snow,
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The night was stormy and dark,
The town was shut up in sleep:
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Your Fanny was never false-hearted,
And this she protests and she vows,
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I seem, in the midst of the crowd,
The lightest of all;
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A little girl through field and wood
Went plucking flowerets here and there,
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The cold gray hills they bind me around,
The darksome valleys lie sleeping below,
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There was a king in Brentford,—of whom no legends tell,
But who, without his glory,—could eat and sleep right well.
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Untrue to my Ulric I never could be,
I vow by the saints and the blessed Marie,
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I.
Long by the willow-trees
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Under the stone you behold,
Buried, and coffined, and cold,
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LILLE, Sept. 2, 1843.
My heart is weary, my peace is gone,
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There's in the Vest a city pleasant
To vich King Bladud gev his name,
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The rose upon my balcony the morning air perfuming,
Was leafless all the winter time and pining for the spring;
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O SIGNOR BRODERIP, you are a wickid ole man,
You wexis us little horgin-boys whenever you can:
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Beneath the gold acacia buds
My gentle Nora sits and broods,
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An igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this veek—
I stood in the Court of A'Beckett the Beak,
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Galliant gents and lovely ladies,
List a tail vich late befel,
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Winter and summer, night and morn,
I languish at this table dark;
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ZULEIKAH! The young Agas in the bazaar are slim-wasted and wear
yellow slippers. I am old and hideous. One of my eyes is out, and
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And thou wert once a maiden fair,
A blushing virgin warm and young:
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Persicos odi
Puer, apparatus;
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