“ A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled. ”
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“ It's very hard! Oh, Dick, my boy, It's very hard one can't enjoy A little private spouting; But sure as Lear or Hamlet lives, Up comes our master, Bounce! and gives The tragic Muse a routing. ”
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“ A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled. ”
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“ Over the brink of it Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man. Lave in it — drink of it Then, if you can. ”
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“ My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon. ”
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“ Oh, God! that bread should be so dear! And flesh and blood so cheap! ”
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“ My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon. ”
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“ My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon. ”
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“ What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched — my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me "dust to dust. ”
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“ But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind? ”
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“ And soon Their hushing dances languished to a stand, Like midnight leaves when, as the Zephyrs swoon, All on their drooping stems they sink unfanned. ”
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“ But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind? ”
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“ No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member - No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November! ”
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“ The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no Salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam. ”
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“ Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones. ”
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“ And the wind is rising squally and loudWith many a stormy token — Playing a wild funereal air,Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare,To the dead leaves dancing here and there. ”
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“ No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member - No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November! ”
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“ Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim! ”
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“ While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo. ”
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“ No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member - No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November! ”
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“ Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap In imperceptible water. ”
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“ The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying; — Old age, begin sighing! ”
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“ Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand Some random bud will meet; Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find The daisy at thy feet. ”
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