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y, 't was here, on this spot,

In that summer of yore,

talanta did not

Vote my presence a bore,

- reply, to my tenderest talk, "She had heard all that nonsense before."

She'd the brooch I had bought

And the necklace and sash on,

And her heart, as I thought,

Was alive to my passion;

ad she'd done up her hair in the style that the Empress had brought into fashion.

I had been to the play

With my pearl of a Peri —

But, for all I could say,

She declared she was weary,

hat "the place was so crowded and hot, and

she could n't abide that Dundreary."

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Then I thought, ""T is for me

That she whines and she whimpers!' And it soothed me to see

Those sensational simpers, .

And I said, "This is scrumptious!" - a phrase

I had learned from the Devonshire

shrimpers.

And I vowed, "T will be said

I'm a fortunate fellow

When the breakfast is spread,

When the topers are mellow,

When the foam of the bride-cake is white, and the fierce orange blossoms are

yellow!"

Oh, that languishing yawn!

Oh, those eloquent eyes!

I was drunk with the dawn

Of a splendid surmise

I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear, by

a tempest of sighs.

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nd I whispered, “”T is time! Is not love at its deepest! hall we squander life's prime,

While thou waitest and weepest?

us settle it, license or banns?

though

undoubtedly banns are the cheapest."

Ah, my Hero," said I,

"Let me be thy Leander!”

But I lost her reply

Something ending with "gander"

r the omnibus rattled so loud that no mortal

could quite understand her.

LEWIS CARROLL

NO LONGER JEALOUS

I REMEMBER the time ere his temples were grey And I frowned at the things he'd the boldnes

to say,

But now he's grown old, he may say what h will,

I laugh at his nonsense and take nothing ill.

Indeed I must say he's a little improved,
For he watches no longer the "slily beloved,'
No longer as once he awakens my fears,
Not a glance he perceives, not a whisper h
hears.

If he heard one of late, it has never transpired For his only delight is to see me admired; And now pray what better return can I make Than to flirt and be always admired - for hi

sake?

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

UPON A VENERABLE RIVAL

'ULL thirty frosts since thou wert young Have chill'd the wither'd grove,

Thou wretch! and hast thou lived so long Nor yet forgot to love!

Ye Sages! spite of your pretences
To wisdom, you must own
Your folly frequently commences
When you acknowledge none.

Not that I deem it weak to love,

Or folly to admire;

But, ah! the pangs we lovers prove
Far other years require.

Unheeded on the youthful brow
The beams of Phoebus play;

But unsupported Age stoops low

Beneath the sultry ray.