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A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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What is a modern poet's fate? / To write his thoughts upon a slate; / The critic spits on what is done, / Gives it a wipe - and all is gone.
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Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
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I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.
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When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!
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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.
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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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A man that's fond precociously of stirring, Must be a spoon.