...its squarest toes, When the mind (like a beard) has a ' formal cut,' — There is place and to spare for the pains of prose ; But whenever the May-blood stirs and glows, And the young year draws to the ' wanton prime,' — Whenever Sir Romeo courting goes, Then hey ! — for the ripple of laughing rhyme...

...its squarest toes, When the mind (like a beard) has a ' formal cut,' — There is place and to spare for the pains of prose ; But whenever the May-blood stirs and glows, And the young year draws to the ' wanton prime,' — Whenever Sir Romeo courting goes, Then hey ! — for the ripple of laughing rhyme...

...its squarest toes, When the mind (like a beard) has a ' formal cut, ' — There is place and to spare for the pains of prose ; But whenever the May-blood stirs and glows, And the young year draws to the ' wanton prime,' — Whenever Sir Romeo courting goes, Then hey ! — for the ripple of laughing rhyme...

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...mire and rut, *n November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut, There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; — But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-stars to the lattice climb, And a Rosalind-face...

...and rut, In November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut, — There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-stars to the lattice climb, And a Rosalind-face...

...laughing rhyme ! When the brain gets as dry as an empty nut, When the reason stands on its squarest toes, When the mind (like a beard) has a " formal...to the " golden prime," And Sir Romeo sticks in his car a rose, — Then hey! — for the ripple of laughing rhyme ! In a theme where the thoughts have...

...and rut, In November fogs, in December snows, When the North Wind howls, and the doors are shut, — There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever a scent from the whitethorn blows, And the jasmine-stars to the lattice climb, And a rosalind-face...

...pendant-strut, In a changing quarrel of " Ayes " and " Noes," In a starched procession of " If" and " But," — There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever a soft glance softer grows, And the light hours dance to the trysting-time, And the secret is told...

...strut, In a changing quarrel of ' Ayes ' and ' Noes," In a starched procession of ' If ' and ' But ' — There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever a soft glance softer grows. And the light hours dance to the trysting-time, And the secret is told...