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POETIC TRIFLES. |
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Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Anon,
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get
Secrets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I'm growing old, but add—
Jenny kissed me.
Leigh Hunt.
The law locks up the man or woman Who steals a goose from off the common; But lets the greater villain loose, Who steals the common from the goose.
E. Elliott.
Thoughtless that " all that's brightest fades," Unmindful of the knave of shades,
The sexton and his subs ; How foolishly we play our parts ! Our wives on diamonds set their hearts,
We set our hearts on clubs.
Sydney Smith.
God bless the King, I mean the faith's defender; God bless—no harm in blessing—the Pretender: But who pretender is, or who is king,— God bless us all—that's quite another thing.
J. Byrom. |
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