Nigger mighty happy w’en he layin’ by co’n—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Nigger mighty happy w’en he year de dinner ho’n—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
En he mo’ happy still w’en de night draws on—
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’;
Dat sun ’s a-slantin’ des ez sho ’s you bo’n!
En it ’s rise up, Primus! fetch anudder yell:
Dat ole...
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FIRST drink a health, this solemn night,
A health to England, every guest:
That man ’s the best cosmopolite
Who loves his native country best.
May Freedom’s oak for ever live
With stronger life from day to day:
That man ’s the best Conservative
Who lops the moulded branch away.
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Delicate Hands & Heads will never appear
While Titians &c as in the Book of Moonlight p 5 -
I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there —
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler —
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name —
For doubt, that I should know the Sound —
I judged my features —...Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain —
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design —
According as his skill prefer
It perish, or endure —
Content, soe'er, it ornament
His absent character.