Where are the brave? With God: for Earth gives up

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Whether a span above ground or below
Whether the Furies lash the criminal

While the winds whistle round my cheerless room,
While thou wert by

While we are frolicking with Flaccus

While you, my love, are by,

Whiskered Furies! boy-stuft blouses!

Who are those men that pass us? men well-girt

Who in this later day shall there arise

Who never borrow, and who never lend,

Who smites the wounded on his bed,

Why do I praise a peach

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Why run away, poor lizard? why

Why! who now in the world is this?

Why, why repine, my pensive friend,

Will mortals never know each other's station

Will nothing but from Greece or Rome

"Will you come to the bower I have shaded for you?

Winter has changed his mind and fixt to come.
Wishes are by-paths to unhappiness,

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Yesterday, at the sessions held in Buckingham,
Yes, we shall meet (I knew we should) again,
Ye throw your crumbs of bread into the stream,

Ye walls! sole witnesses of happy sighs,

Ye who adore God's Vicar while he saith,

Ye who have toil'd uphill to reach the haunt
You ask how I, who could converse
You ask me what I see in Dickens

You ask me why I'm "never seen."
You ask what he's doing

You hate amid the pomp of prayer

You in good blinkers can see nothing shocking,
You little pert and twittering pet,

You love me; but if I confess

You may or you may not believe

"You must give back," her mother said,
You pant like one in love, my Ramorino!
Your last request no fond false hope deceives;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
You see the worst of love, but not the best,
You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
You tell me I must come again
Youth but by help of memory can be sage :
You think all liquor must be weak if clear,
Youth is the virgin nurse of tender Hope,
You want a powerful lens to see

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

COLLECTION OF 1846.

VOL. VIII.

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