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...mire 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 casement climb, And a Rosalind-face at...

...And the young year draws to the " golden prime," And Sir Romeo sticks in his ear a rose — Then her! for the ripple of laughing rhyme! In a theme where the thoughts have a pedant -strut, In a changing quarrel of " Ayes " and " Noes," In a starched procession of "If" and...

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...mire 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 casement climb, And a Rosalind-face at...

...sea as a mother's that saith to the son she bore, When the mind (like a beard) has a " formal cut," There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; — But whenever the May-blood stirs and glows, And the young year draws to the " golden prime," — And Sir Romeo sticks...

...! — for the ripple of laughing rime ! Envoy In the work-a-day world, — for its needs and woes, There is place and enough for the pains of prose ; But whenever the May-bells clash and chime, Then hey ! — for the ripple of laughing rime ! Here we have the finest...

...nut, When the reason stands on its squarest toes, When the mind (like a beard) has a "formal cut," — There is place and enough for the pains of prose; But whenever the May-blood stirs and glows, And the young year draws to the "golden prime," And Sir Romeo sticks...