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...es the South;
``Each wind that comes from the Apennine
``Is a menace to her tender youth:

``Nor a way exists, the wise opine,
``If she quits her palace twice this year,
``To avert the flower of life's decline.''

Quoth the Duke, ``A sage and a kindly fear.
``Moreover Petraja is cold this spring:
``Be our feast to-night as usual here!''

And then to himself---``Which night shall bring
Thy bride to her lover's embraces, fool---
Or I am the fool, and thou art the king!
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...me a child who showed an ancient coin 
That bore the image of a Constantine. 

She lightly passed; nor did she once opine 
How, better than all books, she had raised for me 
In swift perspective Europe's history 
Through the vast years of Caesar's sceptred line. 

For in my distant plot of English loam 
'Twas but to delve, and straightway there to find 
Coins of like impress. As with one half blind 
Whom common simples cure, her act flashed home 
In that mute mome...Read more of this...

...hey led me to the castle gate:
Tleresa's doom I never knew, 
Our lot was henceforth separate. 
An angry man, ye may opine, 
Was he, the proud Count Palatine; 
And he had reason good to be,
But he was most enraged lest such 
An accident should chance to touch 
Upon his future pedigree;
Nor less amazed, that such a blot
His noble 'scutcheon should have got,
While he was highest of his line
Because unto himself he seemed
The first of men, nor less he deemed
In others' eyes, ...Read more of this...

...holds a dying something never dead, 
Still frets, though Nature giveth all she can. 
It means, that woman is not, I opine, 
Her sex's antidote. Who seeks the asp 
For serpent's bites? 'Twould calm me could I clasp 
Shrieking Bacchantes with their souls of wine!...Read more of this...

...g maid."
I'm always at the back, I know,
 She puts me in the shade.
She introduces me to men,
 "Cast" lovers, I opine,
For sixty takes to seventeen,
 Nineteen to foty-nine.

But even She must older grow
 And end Her dancing days,
She can't go on forever so
 At concerts, balls and plays.
One ray of priceless hope I see
 Before my footsteps shine;
Just think, that She'll be eighty-one
 When I am forty-nine....Read more of this...

....

Now this tale is allegoric--
It is figurative all,
For the well is metaphoric
And the feller didn't fall.

I opine it isn't moral
For a writer-man to cheat,
And despise to wear a laurel
As was gotten by deceit.

For 'tis Politics intended
By the elevator, mind,
It will boost a person splendid
If his talent is the kind.

Col. Bryan had the talent
(For the busted man is him)
And it shot him up right gallant
Till his head began to swim.

Then the rope ...Read more of this...

...my early mates who used
To praise me so—perhaps induced
More than one early step of mine— 
Are turning wise; while some opine
"Freedom grows License," some suspect
"Haste breeds Delay," and recollect
They always said, such premature
Beginnings never could endure!
So, with a sullen "All's for best,"
The land seems settling to its rest.
I think, then, I should wish to stand
This evening in that dear, lost land,
Over the sea the thousand miles,
And know if yet that woman smi...Read more of this...

...aves the South; 
Each wind that comes from the Apennine 
Is a menace to her tender youth: 

"Nor a way exists, the wise opine, 
If she quits her palace twice this year, 
To avert the flower of life's decline." 

Quoth the Duke, "A sage and a kindly fear. 
Moreover Petraja is cold this spring: 
Be our feast tonight as usual here!" 

And then to himself -- "Which night shall bring 
Thy bride to her lover's embraces, fool -- 
Or I am the fool, and thou art the king! 

"Y...Read more of this...

...folk liked what they saw
And loved what they heard in that parlor of straw!
With the mercury up to 102
In the shade, I opine they just sizzled, don't you?

But once there invaded that Eden of straw
The evilest Feline that ever you saw!
She pounced on that cricket with rare promptitude
And she tucked him away where he'd do the most good;
And then, reaching down to the nethermost house,
She deftly expiscated little Miss Mouse!
And, as for the Swallow, she shrieked and withdrew...Read more of this...

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