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There was an old person of Fife

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There was an old person of Fife,
Who was greatly disgusted with life; …

Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Hurst

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There was an Old Person of Hurst,
Who drank when he was not athirst; …

Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Ischia

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There was an Old Person of Ischia,
Whose conduct grew friskier and friskier; …

Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Leeds

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There was an Old Person of Leeds,
Whose head was infested with beads; …

Edward Lear
There was an old person of Minety

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There was an old person of Minety
Who purchased five hundred and ninety …

Edward Lear
There was an old person of Putney

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There was an old person of Putney,
Whose food was roast spiders and chutney, …

Edward Lear
There was an old person of Wick

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There was an old person of Wick,
Who said, 'Tick-a-Tick, Tick-a-Tick; …

Edward Lear
There was on Old Man of the Isles

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There was on Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was pervaded with smiles; …

Edward Lear
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,

There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today —
I know it, by the numb look …

Emily Dickinson
There's the Battle of Burgoyne —

There's the Battle of Burgoyne —
Over, every Day,
By the Time that Man and Beast …
These are the days that Reindeer love

These are the days that Reindeer love
And pranks the Northern star —
This is the Sun's objective, …

Emily Dickinson
These are the Idiots chiefest arts

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These are the Idiots chiefest artst
To blend & not define the Parts …

William Blake
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns —

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns —
Her invitation broad
To Whosoever famishing …

Emily Dickinson
These held their Wick above the West —

These held their Wick above the West —
Till when the Red declined —
Or how the Amber aided it — …
These tested Our Horizon —

These tested Our Horizon —
Then disappeared
As Birds before achieving …
These — saw Visions —

These — saw Visions —
Latch them softly —
These — held Dimples — …
They ask but our Delight —

They ask but our Delight —
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenance …
They dropped like Flakes —

They dropped like Flakes —
They dropped like Stars —
Like Petals from a Rose — …

Emily Dickinson
They have a little Odor — that to me

They have a little Odor — that to me
Is metre — nay — 'tis melody —
And spiciest at fading — indicate — …
They leave us with the Infinite.

They leave us with the Infinite.
But He — is not a man —
His fingers are the size of fists — …