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    FABLE XVI.


    A Bag-wig of a jauntee air,

    Trick'd up with all a barber's care,

    Loaded with powder and perfume,

    Hung in a spendthrift's dressing-room;
    5 Close by its side, by chance...

  • COME live with me, and be my love,

    And we will some new pleasures prove

    Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,

    With silken lines and silver hooks.


    There will the river whisp'ring run

    Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun;

    And there th' enamour'd fish will stay,

    Begging themselves they may...

  • As I was walkin' the jungle round, a-klllin' of tigers an' time,

    I seed a kind of an author man, a writin' a rousin' rhyme;

    'E was writin' a mile a minute an' more, an' I sez to 'im: "Oo are you?"

    Sez 'e, "I'm a poet—'er majesty's poet—soldier an' sailor, too!"

    An' 'is poem began at Ipsahan an' ended In Kalamazoo;

    ...

  • In Reading gaol by Reading town

       There is a pit of shame,

    And in it lies a wretched man

       Eaten by teeth of flame,

    In a...

  • No! never such a draught was poured

      Since Hebe served with nectar

    The bright Olympians and their Lord,

      Her over-kind protector,—

    Since Father Noah squeezed the grape

      And took to such behaving

    As would have shamed our grandsire ape

      Before the days of shaving,—

    No! ne'er was...

  • "Who carries the gun?"

      A lad from London town.

    We'll let him go, for well we know

      The stuff that never backs down!

    He has learned to joke at the powder smoke,

      For he is the fog-smoke's son,

    And his heart is light and his pluck is right,

      The lad who carries the gun.

    ...

  • Into the woods my Master went,

          Clean forspent, forspent.

    Into the woods my Master came,

          Forspent with love and shame.

    But the olives they were not blind to Him,

    The little gray leaves were kind to Him:

    The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
    ...

  • I am weary of lying within the chase

    When the knights are meeting in market-place.


    Nay, go not thou to the red-roofed town

    Lest the hooves of the war-horse tread thee down.


    But I would not go where the Squires ride,

    I would only walk by my Lady's side.


    Alack! and alack! thou art...

  • Banish Air from Air —

    Divide Light if you dare —

    They'll meet

    While Cubes in a Drop

    Or Pellets of Shape

    Fit

    Films cannot annul

    Odors return whole

    Force Flame

    And with a Blonde push

    Over your impotence

    Flits Steam.